It was winter, and I was already waiting for spring…(Photography: Basingstoke, England, October 2003)
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"Ti accorgi di essere invecchiato quando - allora e solo allora - la tua mente è assediata dal più letale dei suoi predatori: i ricordi." (Arturo Forte) This is about me and my emotions. This is also about the way other people and places left imprints all over my life.
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- Fausto
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- Waiting for spring
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- Who left me?
- Eternal City
- Je veux te parler d’endroits où tu as toujours été
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- One more miracle
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