E' la notte tra il 15 e il 16 Agosto, ed è precisamente l'una e venti.
Non mi va di farmi take the piss and I rest sitting on my ass on a chair, listening as a monkey in the distance, the last sound of this summer is dwindling. I went out running this afternoon and saw the trees that are coming into life in the pre ... Strange is not it? Yes, I stopped and I felt that this stagnation is coming. Paradoxically, a leafless tree is more alive. He has a gem that most of the leaf, and it represents the beginning of its life cycle. They're even they sat on their ass on a chair. Ahead. Nor do they seem to intuition, to want to get caught up for a ride.
Last night, almost at this time, I was wandering through my private pool, my city, where I through water, or better, splash before last night. It is no longer my city. I was looking for a hole to make some suggestive photos, but all was tremendously space. Cars parked in dark places with or without people in it, I did not care, I was looking for a shy intimacy to find some good inspiration he met me, my camera, and the moment. But last night I did not want me taking the piss, and the place was not long in finding. It 's all a joke. Do you think the tree is "dead" in the winter, no, do you think the night is deep and has a bit 'of the place for you, it does not. Those places you thought were your are a little "Marred" by some stroke of the lantern, and so even your moment vanishes.
I do not think badly of prostitutes, but I think that they, too, are a joke. Now they are available everywhere to carry their burden of exploitation and violence and sbam! a door is slammed in your face right where they thought you found your slice of night, your flash of light in the darkness. No I do not think badly of prostitutes, but I think they are a joke, a great roar of hypocrisy, a hypocrisy that hurt me because the beatings they receive. Then I came back home a little 'humbled a little' hurt a bit 'dazed, I blamed the small hours but in my heart I knew it was not. A nothing, a segnetto plus I carry with me dragging behind like my left leg.
Appendix unwanted but necessary. Those of you who would be willing to cut a leg because it hurts ... I personally do not. So I will continue to bring back these segnetti, these wrinkles on the face of my expression, so when the time comes, will prove all his years without falsehood. Just to take the piss.
day I'll be back to try quell'angoletto night I was taken away, but as a photographer's shadows, I can not help but think of the scene at night with the lights and reflections ... But it will be just a picture of the day ...
Al prossimo post.
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