Enoteca I (we) no , Via del Pigneto 25 (Rome) is home from the hours of 9 February 2011 19:30 until Wednesday, February 23 the photo exhibition "" Cenci (I) "Angelo Cruciano .
Run. You can not do anything else.
The sea is far away and the earth continues to spin while your essence affoga nella nebbia.
Come un'onda ritorna sui tuoi passi; vedrai la tua immagine infrangersi e svanire, come echi di vita passata.
Oggi non è come ieri, allora corri. Riallaccia le stringhe bianche e incamminati per vedere cosa c'è in fondo alla strada, oltre la curva, nella fitta bruma.
Muta nel tempo, a costo di perdere pezzi.
Ormai le scarpe sono strette e stanche, bucate nei lati. Abbandonale, tra le altre cose che non saranno.
Cammina a piedi nudi tra i boschi, respira resina e foglie.
Vene nel cielo sui tuoi occhi.
L'anima si tende tra i rami nudi.
L'unico tuo limite è il corpo. When
Renaissance look up and see the blood on the branches, only to be reunited.
LOOKING (MI) Mariarita and is dedicated to my family.
A special thanks is dedicated to Lucrezia Alessia Ricciardi and Marco Moscato for his words and his friendship.
Run. You can not do anything else.
The sea is far away and the earth continues to spin while your essence affoga nella nebbia.
Come un'onda ritorna sui tuoi passi; vedrai la tua immagine infrangersi e svanire, come echi di vita passata.
Oggi non è come ieri, allora corri. Riallaccia le stringhe bianche e incamminati per vedere cosa c'è in fondo alla strada, oltre la curva, nella fitta bruma.
Muta nel tempo, a costo di perdere pezzi.
Ormai le scarpe sono strette e stanche, bucate nei lati. Abbandonale, tra le altre cose che non saranno.
Cammina a piedi nudi tra i boschi, respira resina e foglie.
Vene nel cielo sui tuoi occhi.
L'anima si tende tra i rami nudi.
L'unico tuo limite è il corpo. When
Renaissance look up and see the blood on the branches, only to be reunited.
LOOKING (MI) Mariarita and is dedicated to my family.
A special thanks is dedicated to Lucrezia Alessia Ricciardi and Marco Moscato for his words and his friendship.
We look forward to.
Collaborations: Marco Moscato, Lucrezia Alessia Ricciardi, Federico Zani
Fundraising in favor of : cats can n.395 of Castel Gandolfo, on a beach of Lake 25/27
Info :
www.up2youeventi.it
info@up2youeventi.it
--- These pictures are evocative. Sometimes ghostly, scary.
empty landscape, figures fleeing.
empty.
Those who often occupy the soul and the imprisoned, sick leave, we, the people we care. Of those that you turn, try to grab something and that something is not there.
to see them well, could be abandoned those made on the set in Cinecittà, large areas once inhabited - by things and people, and feelings generated - which now are suddenly empty and devoid of color. How
sometimes it is the soul, heart, emptied of all hope and color.
path, a stripping, to Angelo, a journey toward new colors, new forms of expression.
Running with the light cast on the back. Watch the lives of others living on and windows that runs inside us.
Run up to find peace and find themselves together in some place that still smiles and words, past promises, but trapped in time and report back periodically.
Looking, looking, looking for (I)
Fundraising in favor of : cats can n.395 of Castel Gandolfo, on a beach of Lake 25/27
Info :
www.up2youeventi.it
info@up2youeventi.it
--- These pictures are evocative. Sometimes ghostly, scary.
empty landscape, figures fleeing.
empty.
Those who often occupy the soul and the imprisoned, sick leave, we, the people we care. Of those that you turn, try to grab something and that something is not there.
to see them well, could be abandoned those made on the set in Cinecittà, large areas once inhabited - by things and people, and feelings generated - which now are suddenly empty and devoid of color. How
sometimes it is the soul, heart, emptied of all hope and color.
path, a stripping, to Angelo, a journey toward new colors, new forms of expression.
Running with the light cast on the back. Watch the lives of others living on and windows that runs inside us.
Run up to find peace and find themselves together in some place that still smiles and words, past promises, but trapped in time and report back periodically.
Looking, looking, looking for (I)
( Lucrezia Alessia Ricciardi )
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