The emptiness and desolation that only an earthquake can bring…
In the sleepless and stormy night two round, yellow eyes wait silently for the arrival of the savior.
In this house where he was born lived days of serene affection GEN. Mariano B., distinguished archaeologist.
In life there is no place sadder than an empty bed. (Gabriel Garcia Marquez)
Tattooing as an eternal artistic product and the tattoo artist the ephemeral part.
A division between the sacred (the abandoned place) and the profane (the society). Only certain individuals, endowed with a certain knowledge and therefore charged with a certain energy, can cross this threshold.
Swallowed by the darkness and the waters of Lake Trasimeno we end up catapulted into its meanders and winding paths.
For you, Oh my God, I renounce the house and all my material possessions. Show me the door to heaven!
Hordes of zombies, apocalypse, end of the world? Breathe the trumpets, and off to the fight for survival.
Terrible enemies, some of whom are completely invisible, will be waiting for you inside this villa.