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Giarol Grande: beloved park. Fields of poppies dazzled by the sun seem to flash. Sounds of birds and insects rhythm the footsteps and memories.
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Running in the garden with fireflies and the screams of my playmates interested only in winning.
Here and only now I realize the impact that childhood games have had on my life.
poplar flakes
a return in to
the womb
Choice
Many people think that a tattoo artist is a simple artist ready to satisfy any request, even the most unreasonable.
When I worked in a restaurant bar, I met one.
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"I reject the demands of those who want tattoos on the face," he said.
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I didn’t ask him why. I was just interested in debunking the idea that the tattoo artist was a simple artist.
I still think about the calm with which he sipped his beer.
the night
is too short
