power pills\perfect score

the kiss

wish

hungry side of town

serra

step

almost home

day 5

day 4

day 3

day 2

day 1

the hole

journey

the previous two posts are the result of a very first trip in my memory.

these are the places where i grew up as a baby and then as a kid.

places where my parents brought me to meet my family, to eat something different and incredibly tastefull.

this land is flat and, perhaps, dull. no mountains, no valleys. just plains and trees, a big thirsty river and a lot of farms.

this land is my land.

and nothing has changed since 20 years ago. it was a journey through the time that never step forward.

everything was like still. i've recognize the same flavours, the same colors, the same smell of tons of smuck. and i missed it.

i spent three days in the silence of my land. and every lost single moment went back to my mind so clearly that i had to keep my tears.

that was my childhood. and i remember it.

pollen

tales from the old river

new milan

clicking around with gabriele basilico

hot afternoon with maestro gabriele basilico shooting the new bocconi in milan.

wind

thanks to gianluca and simone.

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