I am a storyteller , an inventor of blue clouds painted as a bluebird reflecting strength of retention 

The beauty of the walking dead reflected in everything painstakingly wonderful

The spirit is felt while waiting for balance of dissipation

Contradiction embellished by suspicious  brushes of words - colors -gestures

lightnings under closed eyelids become illusions of breaths distracting dramatic exaggerations

Carving ,scratching souls with the wine charming voices demolishing mediocrity by dreaming positivity with lungs full of shadows looking at the water flakes of aswering fairies


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PHOTOS BY GIULIA TERIO

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I am a storyteller , an inventor of blue clouds painted as a bluebird reflecting strength of retention 

The beauty of the walking dead reflected in everything painstakingly wonderful

The spirit is felt while waiting for balance of dissipation

Contradiction embellished by suspicious  brushes of words - colors -gestures

lightnings under closed eyelids become illusions of breaths distracting dramatic exaggerations

Carving ,scratching souls with the wine charming voices demolishing mediocrity by dreaming positivity with lungs full of shadows looking at the water flakes of aswering fairies


FIONA LIBERATORE



PHOTOS BY GIULIA TERIO

HOME