Rescue Dogs

Una selezione dalle foto scattate negli ultimi anni nei canili di roma. Foto realizzate per LAV – Lega Antivivisezione.View full post »

Paestum, Italy

Travel Diary – Paestum, Italy

Agropoli, (Salerno). Paestum, Italy Vietri sul mare, Salerno. View full post »

Dream is collapsing

What is the most resilient parasite? Bacteria? A virus? An intestinal worm? An idea. Resilient… highly contagious. Once an idea has taken hold of the brain it’s almost impossible to eradicate. An idea that is fully formed – fully understood – that sticks; right in there somewhere. (Inception)View full post »

Songs to Berlin

Soon I must leave you, my Berlin. Must again travel into the desolate cities. Soon I shall sit on the distant hill tops. In dense woods carve your name. Farewell, Berlin, with your bold fires. Farewell, your streets full of adventures. Who has known as much as I have of your pain. Saloons, you, I press you to my breast. (Songs To Berlin – Alfred Lichtenstein)View full post »

a rose is a rose is a rose

a rose is a rose is a rose

What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” William ShakespeareView full post »

La Sezione Profonda

“E’ perché non sapete cercare,” gli si avvicinò grattandosi il naso aquilino. “Puntate tutto sui muscoli,” batté entrambi i palmi sulle spalle possenti di Lupo, “e niente sulla testa,” si indicò una tempia. “Foglie, nettare, miele, bacche. C’è un mondo là fuori.” (La Sezione Profonda, Mario Santamaria) *** fotografie della Presentazione del Libro: “la Sezione Profonda” di Mario Santamaria. Illustrazioni: Alberto Graia // Location: L’asino che vola, Roma // Letture: Angelo diView full post »

[3 episodio – proteo: la spiaggia]

Ineluttabile modalità del visibile: almeno questo se non altro, il pensiero attraverso i miei occhi. Sono qui per leggere la segnatura di tutte le cose. (…) Sta nello spazio ciò a cui nel tempo devo arrivare, ineluttabilmente. (Ulisses, J.Joyce) Pesaro, Almost Summer.    View full post »

the road not taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim Because it was grassy and wanted wear, Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how wayView full post »

A Clockwork Orange

A Clockwork Orange

“We can destroy what we have written, but we cannot unwrite it.”  ― Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange  View full post »