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SPAZIO ALLE STORIE CHE NON SONO STATE RACCONTATE ALTROVE. ALLE PERSONE INCONTRATE E RIMASTE SUL TACCUINO. OPPURE A QUEI PENSIERI CHE MI PASSANO PER LA TESTA VELOCI COME UNA PALLOTTOLA: SE NON LI FERMASSI, LI PERDEREI.

sabato 9 luglio 2016

Through these fields of destruction.

Or maybe not. Maybe it's just a way to (finally) face memories. Suspended as they are in the middle of life. Of a day. Of abandonment. Which is never one. To be realistic. Really realistic. (Part of the new series: Where r our memories).

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