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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/

Swallows

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Swallows (2019) 





"Portami a sentire le onde del mare
Portami vicino le cose lontane
Portami dovunque basta che ci sia posto
Per una birra e qualche vecchio rimpianto
E portami a sentire il rumore del vento
Che tanto torneresti in qualsiasi momento
Portami dovunque basta che ci sia posto
Per un sorriso e qualche vecchio rimpianto
Dove vuoi, non dove sai
Dove esisti e non ci sei"
- RONDINI AL GUINZAGLIO,testo Niccolò Moriconi

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