Luca Falangone

If everything came into begin from one of those sites in which you can never get for a few moments we would envy the

Of course, though ridiculous, I throw a kick to the window seat. Without measure I jump into this handhold which brings

High to the Sky, a fast union speaks loud, growing thunder after lightning. The sun is placed over with its released

This trailer of thoughts, dragged by the current, surfs up ceilings with melancholy landfalls gazing in

Sunshine amid crazy horses and Christmas letters at the sound of magic words similar to the whisper of wild toys with

It's the night which flings a purpose. They know warm shelters in the ice reassuring as children's game. I have

I ceased listening the wind which leaves alone the leaves. I turned off the light to see your emotions enlighten your