last days of summer, last summer of my youth. or something like that. it begins the wildcat period. no more safe. commonness is the enemy, the killer of the…

they never want their picture taken, it's forbidden. all this women are cigarette sellers. this woman was so beautiful and i felt i couldn't take her portrait…

at night downtown is never ending, no time and no beginnings. i loved to be there, on the streets till morning, drinking coffee and talk to the people. amazing…

i think he wasn't feeling anything. he was lying in the street, wild, consumed, mad, living in a parallel universe. he was far, living in-side. i gave him a…
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