Archive for gennaio 2010
A short walk along the edge of the new year, the practice abandoned, the urban decay and the cheeky faces on the wallsPlastic 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...