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let’s have a nice fool’s day!

venice: perfect city for camouflage.
try to find me…

aiming at leaving a trace, yesterday i decided to go where it seems easy to leave one: on a beach. there you can find all sorts of traces, arrived from far away, by chance… or not.

then i turned to the sea, that was sculpting the sand with its little, rising, tides. it looks like it […]

there are days one can feel as if it were the night in which all donkeys are black…

«Celui qui regarde du dehors à travers une fenêtre ouverte, ne voit jamais autant de choses que celui qui regarde une fenêtre fermée. Il n’est pas d’objet plus profond, plus mystérieux, plus fécond, plus ténébreux, plus éblouissant qu’une fenêtre éclairée d’une chandelle. Ce qu’on peut voir au soleil est toujours moins intéressant que ce qui […]

yesterday i’ve learnt everybody should wear gloves: you never know, you could need them to better catch ice and snow falling.

once upon a time, it happend i looked at my self thinking i could be like everybody else: “i’ve got two ears, i’ve got two eyes, i’ve got mouth and teeths… where’s the difference?”.
one day i stopped that. i am just a donkey, that’s all i am.

last week i was in venice. here i am, just arrived, outside the train station, with “ponte degli scalzi” in a short distance.

it’s a nice bridge, even donkeys can walk it, and you have a first pleasant view on the grand canal.

just after i crossed it, i looked right and… cannot believe it!, another bridge.

from […]

sometimes you feel some words come to your mind as wounds emerging through a gauze, and those words impress your world.

here i am with some friends of mine, funny paper birds by offumac.
sometimes they litterally jump off their paper, and come in my books and notebooks, like flying thoughts, pretending they can read as well… when they do that, it’s hard to go on working, but i like them.