Milano sometimes

attesa

what dreams may come

  To sleep, perchance to dream: ay,there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil ,
Must give us pause...
Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act III, scene 1

il coniglio rosso

Christmas time

December

incontro

selfportrait

dedicata a me stessa

diamonds

stamane

as we walked in fields of gold

invano

November sunrise

on a bench

my glasses

al Falecchio

l'abbandono

Copenaghen

unforgettable blue

bikewalk in Copenaghen

the winged lion

desire of oblivion

Wants
Beyond all this, the wish to be alone
However the sky grows dark with invitation cards
However we follow the printed directions of sex
However the family is photographed under the flagstaff
Beyond all this, the wish to be alone.

Beneath it all, desire of oblivion runs:
Despite the artful tensions of the calendar,
The life insurance, the tabled fertility rites
The costly aversion of the eyes from death -
Beneath it all, desire of oblivion runs.

Philip Larkin

love me tender

the ice was all around...

 ...the ice was here, the ice was there, the ice was all around...
S.T. Coleridge, The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner

la panchina gialla

Vestman rocks

take a walk on the ice side

breve incontro

una sera a Reykjavik

it's a pity...

It's a pity we don't whistle at one another like birds. Words are misleading.
Halldor Laxness, Under the Glacier

where's the North?

Ask where's the North? At York 'tis on the Tweed; in Scotland at the Orcades; and there, at Greenland, Zembla or the Lord knows where.
Alexander Pope

la luce dopo la pioggia

Scilla

ricordi di lago

deep pink