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Single photographs in color.
Text and notes sometimes. 
Sometimes both. 
A collection of what I like the most. 
As simple as that



English summer

Standing and watching
Eyes lining the horizon, eyes catching glimpse of life, collecting minimal variations of light in this sunny and lazy day.
Standing and watching
A circle of emotions closes into itself
Breathing slowly and deeply, not to break the intimate and clear picture of this frozen piece of time.
Caring and dreaming
Listening to the murmur of the waves on the shore
Talking to the inner self as didn't done since long.

Life could be something like this, sometimes.

Distances and separations
Both well known
A part of the whole, someone would say
Distances as essential part of the path that we undergo
To build up and to live
Life as wandering and roaming among so many poles and dreams
Condemnation or salvation
Not clear yet
And never will

Child in time

Playing and kidding
While the sea talks as the waves caress the sand and pebbles on the shore
Low tide

Playing and kidding while the world spins 
Playing an kidding while the universe counts its own time

Another lap
Another frantic collection of human experiences 
Packed together with the time to have what they call history
A mental category to reflect on itself
Bended to search deeper and deeper
Forgetting to watch outside
And rise the eyes to the sky

Now
Pale blue is the sea
Warm is the sand under my feet
Fresh is the air in my lungs 
Sweet is running out of breath

Amazing is feeling my heart beating stronger

In this mild English summer

Immagine

Picture
​Masse fluide di umani
Correnti principali, direzioni privilegiate
Sciamano veloci lungo le vie secondarie si addentrano rapide negli anfratti e vicoli che si aprono tra le mura antiche, oltrepassano semafori ed ostacoli imprevisti
Si ricompongono poi, all'improvviso, nella calca anonima della piazza principale
Pochi si attardano in punti specifici, lontani dal consueto passaggio obbligato
A guardarli dall'alto, con la necessaria distanza e il dovuto distacco, puoi intuire e prevedere, come se tutto fosse scritto da sempre ed ogni giorno semplicemente letto e ripetuto

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    • India
  • Patterns of life
    • Schwetzingen
    • Silver in the morning
    • The other city
    • HumanNotHuman
    • Fading out
    • Those foggy days
    • StreetNoise
    • As the night gently talks
    • Assisi in Black and White
    • Praising the absence
    • Caesura
    • Convolution
    • Linee e forme
    • Be like water
    • Impulses
  • People
    • Juliet
    • Street portraits
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