2020 has passed. It has taken away a lot of who we are. Carnival is a playful moment in which we can express who we are. I like to remember it like this,…

Once you have to try to get up early in the morning and start walking in the cold of January. Amazement welcomes you even in winter.

Walking in the woods, the phenomena of pareidolia follows me. Yesterday I met this little friend. He whispered to me winter’s songs. Today the air is frozen…

"So, tell me: are you back to stay or will you leave again?" asked she sullenly. Autumn did not answer. Then he did the only thing he had done on every return,…

It's been a long time since I've been here. Since then, a flood of work has arrived, and then the backlogs, and then the summer, and then the friends, and then…

There’s beauty behind the editing process. You can tell another story, looking from the same point of view. What is reality? Reality lies in the eye of the…

Sinking to the bottom of a bottle, I take note of the warm colors. The gold of the sun brings me back. Oh slow life, when did I leave you? Maybe at the end of…

Anyway, January gives you hope. Evening has new colors, a new light and a perfume that belongs to it and that tastes of awakening.

Winter’s days, in January, are like this. Blurred. Like half-opened eyes in the first morning sun. We are plenty of good intentions but we are still sailing…

Umag. Seaside town. Shrill cries of seagulls in the air. I walk through the alleys leading to the sea and I hear the announcement of the lookout gull:"School of…
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