Under the sky of Torino, under his romantic brushstrokes of cadmium yellow light of street lamps of the late nineteenth century. In writing the new adventures of Poe to write the new novel (and perhaps also something new to draw), to escape for a moment (already miss) by the "AO, good friar, 'namo,' Famo, if we see ....". A look into the eyes of the future, looking dirty toned green absinthe. Picking mushrooms under a blanket of falling leaves, taking care not to make any noise that might see a deer or a boar.
A walk away from France, from soaps, lavender and baguettes and fondue, raclette and "bonjour" old men of the house. With a trip to Switzerland in the village of Martigny, the wonderful foundation Gianadda .
A suitcase that I could take it anywhere but that will take me back to Rome in early November, with the academy that begins and a new move to do ... ;-)
My last purchase could dictate the soundtrack of this parenthesis solitary Jazz Maynard
