In Bologna there is a little square in which, every Friday, a artists’ market take place. Today, someone putting their poems for sale in an old paper box. I picked the one you can see here. In English, according to Google Translate, sounds like “There is a damn illusion in this world that could be cut with mascarpone”.
The blue hour.
Walking and drawing.
Green on blue.
Whitman & sweets.
Looking up #3
Looking up #2
Looking up #1
Il potere della musica.
Shining on leaves.