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Burn Red Mt.fuji
Francesco D'Elia:
P O S T C A R D "Sea [6]"
Francesco D'Elia:
T R A D I T I O N. P o s t c a r d [ 1 ]. St. Oronzo's festivity. L e c c e - 2 6 / 0 8 / 2 0 1 7
Francesco D'Elia:
P O S T C A R D "Sea [5]"
Francesco D'Elia:
P O S T C A R D "Sea [4]"
Francesco D'Elia:
P O S T C A R D "Sea [3]"
Francesco D'Elia:
P O S T C A R D "Sea [2]"
Francesco D'Elia:
P O S T C A R D "Sea [1]"
Francesco D'Elia:
It came angrily to break himself on the rocks and to disperse his waves in our dreams...
Francesco D'Elia:
It was amazing how even a photo could appease its anger ...
Francesco D'Elia:
The sea was nothing more than the mirror of my dreams ... dreams that endlessly move by an ungratified desire to cross rocks with ever higher waves
Francesco D'Elia:
His movement was tireless, as if his soul tried to go away, but the tormented sea was always able to stop it, spoiling it with his beauty...
Francesco D'Elia:
He was there ... to guard the beauty of wisdom among his learned walls in the morning and to observe the light of the utopian stars on his face in the evening... it was magic...
Francesco D'Elia:
Impression. Waning sun.
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Francesco D'Elia:
Maybe nobody has ever really seen Venice, nobody has really sailed in Canal Grande, nobody has lost himself in its channels, because nobody has ever done it in his dreams. Venice is our wonderland!
Francesco D'Elia:
I will always try to raise my eyes to heaven, to wait and be ready for the arrival of the night... Then I will discover the dreams that it will bring with her falling stars...
Francesco D'Elia:
The restoration is life: it gives soul to what was dead... the restoration is new time: it remembers what was forgotten... and the restoration is a friend of the past: it raises its stones to present its soul to the future...
Francesco D'Elia:
Take care of me... you who have welcomed me when I was baby, you who have me raised boy and you who will let me go away only when I'll be man... Take care of me... you who will welcome me in your womb when I'll return to you... my love... my great love...
Francesco D'Elia:
I will never be tired to admire you... in your poetry... in your art... in my life and in my dreams...
Francesco D'Elia:
"It is that behind the things there are you, Spring... you start to write in humidity, with the fingers of a naughty little girl, the deliriuos alphabet of the time that comes back." (Pablo Neruda)
Francesco D'Elia:
The eyes were lost in the baroque chaos... but then they met in every detail...
Francesco D'Elia:
Boarding school Palmieri
Francesco D'Elia:
Imagine Lecce in the universe, its baroque among the stars... the eternity and the immensity would meet in the wonder
Francesco D'Elia:
Narnia...Lucy: Io era nella stanza vuota, dentro l'armadio guardaroba e.. Tumnus: ..come guardaroba? Si trova a NarniaLucy: Narnia? Tumnus: Sì.. Lucy: Che cos'è? Tumnus: Mia cara bambina tu, tu ci sei dentro! Tutto a partire, a partire dal lampione, giù g
Francesco D'Elia:
wonder... the sun is hostage...
Francesco D'Elia:
Because the stone stops the gestures, the looks, the feelings but the Baroque makes them live again ... it give the eternal life to the ephemeral matter ... Chapel of St. Gregory Archbishop's Seminary - Lecce (Apulia)
Francesco D'Elia:
blooms you with me...
