Marta Colombo:
The town was paper, but the memories were not
Marta Colombo:
London summer blue sky
Marta Colombo:
Au milieu de l'hiver, j'ai découvert en moi un invincible été.
Marta Colombo:
The street artist
Marta Colombo:
Medicine for the soul
Marta Colombo:
The Eye
Marta Colombo:
Lights of Trafalgar
Marta Colombo:
Sunday flea market
Marta Colombo:
Thames flowing
Marta Colombo:
Simple life
Marta Colombo:
A violinist fed my soul
Marta Colombo:
Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey.
Marta Colombo:
When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford
Marta Colombo:
You see things and you say: "Why?" But I dream things that never were and I say: "Why not?"
Marta Colombo:
In crescendo
Marta Colombo:
Abitanti di Greenwich
Marta Colombo:
Au pain quotidien
Marta Colombo:
Magic is not science, it is a collection of ways to do things - ways that work but often we don't know why.