ph.claudio.barbafiera:
WOMAN TOBACCO
ph.claudio.barbafiera:
Bologna
Michele Grazia:
It was on the wrong sky
Michele Grazia:
The naughty nightmare
Michele Grazia:
Hidden birds
Michele Grazia:
When it starts to get dark
Michele Grazia:
Late October, down by the river at evening
Michele Grazia:
Wind and wuthering I
Michele Grazia:
A pious bearded fellow inside a rose niche
Michele Grazia:
His last cry of that day at three o'clock
Michele Grazia:
The pink convoy
Michele Grazia:
Do you need me like you need the air she breathes?
Michele Grazia:
Angel wings
Michele Grazia:
Then I looked and heard the voice of many angels, numbering thousands upon thousands
Michele Grazia:
Many bricks to the sky
Michele Grazia:
Summertime
Michele Grazia:
I want to ride my bicycle, races are coming your way
