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• The Rome’s marathon, the arrived to via dei fori imperiali, and the new urban ascetics's endurance

  posted by Antonio Carbone — March 21, 2010

  Now they are all tired, wrapped in the cloak of silver. They chase one another, they hug, sharing a joy that hardly who hasn’t participated at least a half marathon can understand. It is the people of the marathoners. A strange and unusual people. The trait that distinguishes them, through which you is often able to recognize them even when wearing street clothes, is the thinness...

• The underground car park of Villa Borghese, the vanguard, the gelatinous substrate and the two Italie

  posted by Antonio Carbone — February 21, 2010

  It’s one of those afternoons when one leaves behind the door thoughtfully. Almost just because time has granted a bright spell. The same random is the path taken: Viale Castro Pretorio over Italy, Villa Borghese. A little 'less the reason that leads me down the stairs of the underground parking. I do it in a sort of hypnosis, dream. The excuse is that I should get the car that I left there for several days but in reality is very different reason...

• A short walk along the edge of the new year, the practice abandoned, the urban decay and the cheeky faces on the walls

  posted by Antonio Carbone — January 01, 2010

  Plastic glasses, a few bottles of sparkling wine, several boxes of fireworks ripped.  No trace of broken dishes. No one that, fallen by accident, it is just crumbled. At nine thirty in the morning around there is nobody yet. The few you see are far apart, with a dog on a leash. The first greetings I exchange on Tuscolana, at the height of Numidio Quadrato, with a Bengali, sitting next to a petrol pump...