Rainy and dark grey clouds fill all the skyInstead of letting spring give us blueNo sapphire over us when the nightcomes to end other pale boring days The white lady doesn’t give her smil...
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Sorry, I got no photo that day. This is the Sass Negher (Black Stone), a dark erratic of serpentine among pale limestone rocks. I got this pic here Under a grey and so distant sky,countryside in ...
https://theskinoftheangels.wordpress.com/2024/05/11/erratic/
JB, 2024 Every mask is farce, a mimesisthat confuses, conceals and that hopesto make better of what is true, real.Every mask is a child of some evil Every mask indeed leads to a nemesis boasting ...
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This is an old photo I took when I was younger; that place was very important for me Here again and I think of my lifeunder grey cloudy skies.I miss friends, I lost friendssomeone died, most n...
https://theskinoftheangels.wordpress.com/2024/04/28/here-again/
I took this pic in a Cica Ghost‘s installation I was not able to translate into English these words better than so: here most of the original sound and rhytm is lost. I apologize. The expressio...
https://theskinoftheangels.wordpress.com/2024/04/20/signum-et-somnium/
Pic found here I threw colours in black, slimy mud,a delirium made by senses’ lie So I squashedmy flowersinto mud April, 5th 2024 Italian version
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Again, like we do each time, me and my family painted our Easter eggs. My ones are only three of them. I wish you peace and happiness in this Holy Easter. Italian version
https://theskinoftheangels.wordpress.com/2024/03/31/2024-easter-eggs/
JB Time of colours, of flowers, of lifetime when exploding buds show their powerall around to everybody, to meto my soul often sad, without memory Time of deep blue, the deeper of evertime of swe...
https://theskinoftheangels.wordpress.com/2024/03/30/time-of-flowers/
JB In the still sleepy green countrysidedelicate whiteness spreads itself, whereblossoms of the plum trees now awakeare a wonderful hymn to a new spring Even poplars are reddening budsyet they sp...
https://theskinoftheangels.wordpress.com/2024/03/23/ive-some-flowers/
San Gimignano, JB. Sorry for this so bad photo, yet it was almost raining Stone and pride were to make them so high,not as a cry toward that secret bluebut instead dare to strength in the world:b...
https://theskinoftheangels.wordpress.com/2024/03/16/giotto-crucifix-2/