Elsewhere  |
| Gallery Subalpina |
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| desecrated church in Via Lagrange |
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| Musicians in Piazza Carignano |
Thought. There are places that are not forgotten. Even people. When you return after a long time to find out which places and people are still there. It is you who are no longer here, but they continued their life. It 'nice to recognize the lady who sells vegetables at the market Cuneo Corso Palestro, the lanky Moroccan vucumprà and his gray coat that follows through with its lighters and wipes along the Via Garibaldi, the harp on the corner of Albert Parliament , not to mention the old bookseller with his stand under the arcades of Via Po, which I sell at half price and dusts carefully Novelle K 666. My
seems like a foray into a world that travels while I'm elsewhere. Yes, I'm always somewhere else.
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