Author Archives: Marco
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He wrote it around the city but his message was not widely understood. Most resisted coming up with their own dreams, they confused the dream of the Artist with theirs. The Artist’s dream was to change the lives of others
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He wrote it around the city but his message was not widely understood. Most resisted coming up with their own dreams, they confused the dream of the Artist with theirs. The Artist’s dream was to change the lives of others
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A man who lived in the streets, a man whose name was known but who few had met in person, wrote on walls, on canals’ pavement stones, on boats, wherever he was, become your dream If you lived in the
01.48
A man who lived in the streets, a man whose name was known but who few had met in person, wrote on walls, on canals’ pavement stones, on boats, wherever he was, become your dream If you lived in the
01.47
One, two, three, four, I mark four dots on a white sheet. If I sing, I circle my words around these dots, if I draw, these dots define the space of the drawing, if I think, I let my thoughts
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One, two, three, four, I mark four dots on a white sheet. If I sing, I circle my words around these dots, if I draw, these dots define the space of the drawing, if I think, I let my thoughts
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Julia closed her eyes and the buildings appeared in front of her, magnificent, clear, accessible. She picked up a pencil and drew a line, straight at the beginning, then bent a little, then another line, from a point somewhere along
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Julia closed her eyes and the buildings appeared in front of her, magnificent, clear, accessible. She picked up a pencil and drew a line, straight at the beginning, then bent a little, then another line, from a point somewhere along
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No one would have chosen our life, said the hero, those who heard our stories would have been terrified by what we saw. Nothing scared us, nothing attracted us, we woke up early each day and we did anything we
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No one would have chosen our life, said the hero, those who heard our stories would have been terrified by what we saw. Nothing scared us, nothing attracted us, we woke up early each day and we did anything we
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We wanted nothing but to ever be where we were, we feared nothing. We fell once, twice, a hundred times and we were still ready for the next fall. We made mistakes every day, we were the heroes of the
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We wanted nothing but to ever be where we were, we feared nothing. We fell once, twice, a hundred times and we were still ready for the next fall. We made mistakes every day, we were the heroes of the
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We chose discomfort, said the hero, we chose to leave as we got home, we chose failure rather than success. We chose to change constantly, at the point of not being able to recognize ourselves at the end of each
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We chose discomfort, said the hero, we chose to leave as we got home, we chose failure rather than success. We chose to change constantly, at the point of not being able to recognize ourselves at the end of each
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Julia could not forget the moon. She looked at it from the window as it appeared in the sky and went to the terrace on every night she and Gaia were home alone, which was often, as Kristen played music
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Julia could not forget the moon. She looked at it from the window as it appeared in the sky and went to the terrace on every night she and Gaia were home alone, which was often, as Kristen played music
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In the corner between Calle larga and Calle dei Fornai, Julia discovered one late afternoon the Compassion Fountain. A human figure appeared momentarily in the air in front of her, before the water disappeared in an opening in the building
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In the corner between Calle larga and Calle dei Fornai, Julia discovered one late afternoon the Compassion Fountain. A human figure appeared momentarily in the air in front of her, before the water disappeared in an opening in the building
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