On getting that shot, like I was in front of a mirror, I reflect on life.
Full of shadows, a bit smoky but wonderful.

    

Bolen prided himself when wearing his green bookmaker visor.
When I have this on, "I don't loose my hair". Considering how much hair I was losing, I could have bet I wouldn't be back the following year.

     

A holiday in Italy and American leaves you only the tuft. You go in as a tourist, you come out as Latin lover. Or at least you think so, my friend.



Your hair is too red, it’s no time for concerts anymore. 
Come on baby, Next stops are sofa and tv color.

Jemy 1965

«Hey Florence... say "cheeeeese"»
«Oh my God, how uncomfortable it is to have a car with every confort»
«It's our time, honey. Every confort is a sacrifice».

"Blimp, romp, clump..."
When the sound of words dies out in your lips, its meaning is brought out by the tone of your voice.

«Do you remember? You almost confuse peace with boredom»
«Yes, it was very dangerous».

Gridava a distesa:
«L'ho presa! L'ho presa!»

I pulled over to check if the air I was feeling on my arm was the speed or the wind. It was the road to give me chills.

You could have got out to hug him but you chose to have him hugged by your smile. It was you, your pink cardigan and your smile.

Your hand,mine and the music.
It is not a dance, it is love.

Quando diventare grande significava iniziare a nascondersi.

«The closest thing to fishing I experienced in my life was a sleep inducing book by Hemingway»
«Should it take that the bait and pull you into the water, I will give it a clap».

Where the fingers ended the music began. 
Us, captives of a passion capable of freeing the soul.

Among the petty bourgeoisie in double-breasted suits was needed courage to live. You caught all the eyes and freed your emotions, my little New York pirate.

Smiling was starting to color our lives, the whole world was taking the color of a smile. The war was over.

When you look at the camera you look to the future: yours had an excellent outlook, my little one.

The engine covered every thought, and there was nothing left other than the wind and the life.


Mum's silliness was boundless, daddy's was even more so, it was pure art.

The world was still large and from that dock we were waving good-bye to the utter weight of our distance.
We had no other way to say farewell.

I was feeling as useless as a wiper in the desert, then it started to rain.


«know how to knit, do you have to dress up as a princess?»
«Why not. Each stitch has to be made with style. It’s life, you know?
How many times I have to tell you?»
it’s life, It’s life, It’s life….


When I win the Nobel prize my greatest thanks will go to those windows.
The library would ooze with culture, we would simply sweat.

Non le chiesi nemmeno se voleva da bere, ero timido. E lei disse:
«Tu devi essere un ragazzo molto intelligente. Ridi che ci fanno una foto».
E io risi.
Tua nonna era più sveglia di me.

«When I asked the Reverend if he would like to join us, he said:
"Man shall not live by bread alone". He is always so very kind».
«I'd rather say wise».

Dad, really good shoot. You took two backs and three swimming caps. 
Aunts were no beautiful.