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monumento caduti
castello d'Illasi
the garden and the cat
vitttorio emanuele II
serra viola
serra blu
scuola rossa
casa VZ
casa MC
casa FR
casa AT red

Here is the umpteenth fine for parking; I thought the Volvo was immune; I had to wait it, last night I dreamed of business cards, ties, and registered papers, I feel them around me, I feel them on me; I hear the rustle, I imagine the accumulation up to an unbearable weight. Yes, because they are things that are not thrown away, you put in the innermost place, in a folder and accumulate. I heard that dreaming these things means change, probably a bullshit, and every time I dream and think, I say to myself: curse still change. It will never end.

Shortly before finishing a construction, I need to find the time to free the desk from the practices , to use the table for draw and print postcards. Just as when you leave from a place, I feel the need to say, perhaps even just to myself, that I was there, I try to make a summary and a check, a comparison of what was desired at the beginning of the trip.

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