In the picture: Reclining Woman by Damien Hirst from his “Treasures from the wreck of the unbelievable” Soundtrack: Maltese: Il romanzo del Commissario (click here to listen) As the day had progressed the bleak weather had done its part and now she was in one of those dreadful moods
Soundtrack: Thirty Seconds to Mars “Live like a dream” (click here to listen) Want to see the full size image? Just click on it!
Soundtrack: Thirty Seconds to Mars “City of Angels” accoustic version (click here to listen) There is a book like no book on Earth… A book called “Dream of Venice in Black and White”. A book that is like a sotoportego leading you into another dimension where the flow of time
Soundtrack: Thirty Seconds To Mars “Live like a dream” (click here to listen) Ive been silent on this platform all summer, but today I finally have an exciting subject matter in mind. Let’s talk about that one thing all kinds of realists can’t fully understand the content and purpose of.
“The House of Visible Thoughts is a dangerous place.” “Why? What’s so bad about it?” “It’s a place where reflections live,” he said softly, shaking his head and turning away. “It used to be a place…” Silence swept away his voice like a sudden gust of wind. “What… place?”
Following one’s heart and dreams can be a blessing or a violent insanity that shreds the soul, the choice is yours, dreamer… Soundtrack: Jack Savoretti “No one’s aware” (click here to listen) So three weeks ago I finally set foot on the island of San Giorgio Maggiore. Took me only
Sometimes morning marches in on you rattling it’s blasted chains of reality while you are still under the spell of a dream so wonderful, so vividly real, you refuse to let it go. You feel it slipping away, slowly, inevitably, and you desperately try to hold on to the taste
He stared into the light shining down on him through the high narrow crack in the stone wall that served as a window. Was this a blessing he had been hoping for? Or perhaps he had been singled out, made an easy mark for those who sought to find him
He walked into her line of vision, stopped and studied her for a while baffling ten hells out of her as to how he could even see her through both panes of the glass and pitch black shadows. And yet he was holding her in place with invisible hands, head
This is the penultimate evening of this year’s carnevale di Venezia, so it’s about time I finally did a post about it. So let me take a deep breath and begin… There are events in our life that take us inexplicably long time to get to. One such event for
Quadri della vita 
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