in brussels

there are people, many people. But there are other interests too.

in his book "Gog", Giovanni Papinni writes about a character, a Croesus who lives in the bubble his immense wealth permits, who thinks that nothing is more intimate and should be less shared than the moment of eating.

...just passing through...

i really sincerely utterly do not know how else can i photograph the fiery love i have for music.Sorry.

whenever by some devious reason we may think that life has come to a point, it just moves on. There are people being born and people being reborn, both out of love or out of tragedy; there are loves that were forever and are no more and loves that never were and become eternal; moments become unmoveable objects and monoliths dissolve in the rain. SantaClaus again, Xmas time again, we'll soon be talking to the Easter Bunny again. Again.

can i say that i want it now? or should I get closer to the end first?

Where is the snow? What the hell have you done with the snow?