_It is a powerful nothing.

being here.

nobody knows

awake.



no photos allowed.


_So there is a place where worlds are created...

This place change its location according to the meeting point,
A small effort from everybody creates a warm place
You wish it never comes to an end
even if you know there will be a time soon in which you’ll meet again

It is a powerful nothing
It is an ephemeral home
It is constantly recreating itself
It is only possible cause of your presence
It makes you feel the power of will
It makes you think everything is possible
Somehow stranger the place you come from it gets more interesting
Is not only the place, is the people, the experience, the arrival, the previous days and the days after
is a Saturday, is the whole week...
Is your life becoming one with the life of others.

There is a feeling of comprehension of the incompresible
Outside of that place nobody can understand
is not closed but not everybody wants to get inside,
it’s been judge

It’s not what it used to be,
(Cause the past was always better)
But is stirring,

Its existences excites me,

All this photos have been done while I was high or drunk, but I can remember exactly when. Nothing has been left to the chance,
Just left to drugs, and a new world created in- front of our eyes,

and some policeman’s eyes too...


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welcome to get lost in here.

1.

go.

dance.
free.

2.

repeat.

dance.
get high.

3.

till death.
being high.
be free.

rave on

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place

Everywhere,
Every city (10100)

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welcome back.


i have been thinking about you for so long.


see you soon.

_S.F. floor

walking like if someone were leaving some hints and if you look for them, they will eventually appear.

(stopping a lot)

_line project.

Il confine
Loro e noi
L’appartenenza a un posto,
_Di dove sei?
Le mappe, le righe che ci separano, ci definiscono,

le ore che non sono uguali e le vite che viviamo a seconda di quello che ci circonda.
Cosa va oltre alle righe?
Cosa oltrepassa il confine?
Chi siamo noi? Chi sono gli altri.

Altri pensieri
Altri posti
Altre ore

Di cosa parlano le mappe,
Raccontano un posto ma anche lo delimitano…

Il confine tra una vita , la morte e altre vite


San Sebastiano Curone, Casa del Principe
_first place

_a maracuya is a maracuya

no matter the colour or the size,
no matter where it grew,
no matter how big or small,

I could keep going but the point is clear already.