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sacred and profane as seen at venice train station. both on selling…

what hides behind décor?

today i was in trieste, at the international science media festival (fest).

(they also put a red carpet to receive me.)

there i could see the autopsy of a typewriter, an everest one,

an interesting “trip” led by professor vittorio marchis.

today at magicshop, in treviso (spazio paraggi), i’ve found colored books,

been asked important question (“are you alone?”),

had to face eco-issues,

and to be careful not to walk on open mouths.

did even meet people wearing beautiful shoes,

and could talk to a tender bear.
find all info about this shop here.

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 […]

i am just a donkey, who wants – should i say needs? – to leave her trace, and share something with somebody.