Ripartiamo da dove avevo finito, dalla strada.
Welcome home, son
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I wake up suddenly in the night and I cannot understand where I am. The moonlight filtered through the curtains of the window, i take several minutes to realize that what I had just experienced was only a dream: the mind confuses the shadows and corners with sharp forms of the icelandic fjords. The fan blades rotate quickly and the cold air wakes me up for a moment, I sit down to recover. In my eyes the images of those places, of those moments, a dream deepest then the reality, the perception of space so vast that no one horizon can imprison
I start from where I had come, from the street.
Welcome home, son
I start from where I had come, from the street.
Welcome home, son
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