Varna Necropolis and the oldest processed gold in world’s history.

There is a passage, a place in the middle, a way to confuse the borders, a crossroad of water in between two worlds. Reflections of Asia and Europe become one face, many faces, who is who? Where is Where? …

Transfăgărășan Road. The folly of a dictator to overcome Nature

it grasps the ground and speeds up on the mountains slopes which has been opened bomb after bomb, dead after dead, sacrifice after sacrifice, It grasps the ground as to do not fall, it grasps the ground as...

Open wounds. The bombed buildings of Belgrade

There is an instant of perfect silence, perfect stillness. A little dot appears in the sky. It is falling quietly, as in a slow motion, becoming increasingly bigger. It looks something like a candy, a little...

Night talk

the night is like a crystal vibrating to return her voice as an echo that comes from an hidden part of the darkness, a point that is not her mouth, red, fine, that I discover I would still kiss. She is tiny, long straight hair dyed of black. She is...

Poster of a Mario Testini exhibition

The Venus of Berlin

She was abundant in her shape rounded as waves. She represent life, fertility, a guarantee to the never ending change of the seasons. She was carved when men look at women as the source of the life, the creation, a time when god was female, and...

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