“And when she speaks of a dark sky, a white landscape, I will remember stars that I never saw, that she looked, and snow snowing in her heaven. With the strange delight of remembering to have touched what is not touched, except by those hands I reach with my own, so distant. ” Pedro Salinas La voce a te dovuta.
Ph. VINCENZO GRILLO
Continue r...“Let happen what has to happen, let things happen”
The hair in the wind and the emotions free. The words spoken, unspoken, thought, whispered and intuited. The actions that deny intentions.
A sky that turns pink, and yes … I fall in love and let myself wind and flood. As when the evening I wear his shirt, with the collar up over my nose to breathe each yearn for life, thrust int...
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A Milan just wake up, that smells of eyes wrinkled and soft sheets. Legs tangled, disheveled hair and hands that weave together into one. The scent of freshly baked croissants, orange juice and black hot coffee.
A Milan that smiles, that knows how to charm and that is able to seduce you by giving you gusts of wind in your hair and amber lights as if they were rough diamonds.
The street style pho...
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