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Don Quixote

Don Quixote (2024)  Ink drawing by  Maurizio Puglisi  "To think that the things of this life must always remain fixed in one point is to think in vain; in fact it seems that life goes in circles, I mean, come and go: spring follows summer, summer follows autumn, autumn follows winter, winter springs, and so time returns to revolve uninterruptedly; only human life runs to its end faster than the wind, without waiting to be renewed, if not in the other which has not boundaries that limit it." Miguel de Cervantes - Don Quixote of La Mancha inks , watercolor, on paper 200 g/m https://www.artfinder.com/products/don-quixote-afe99/

Senza far rumore

Senza far rumore 2013
 olio su tela 70x40 2013


Lunga vita
 - Canto Navaho-
Nella casa della lunga vita io cammino
nella casa della felicità io cammino
la bellezza è davanti a me io cammino con lei
la bellezza è sotto di me io cammino con lei
la bellezza è sopra di me io cammino con lei
la bellezza è tutto intorno a me io cammino con lei
nel viaggio della mia vecchiaia io cammino con lei
e sulla pista selavaggia io cammino con lei


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Don Quixote

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