A visit to the other farm, four walls erected in the wilderness. Haunting must be the nights.

The farm as an over-simplified, self-sufficient world, reduced to a few familiar images, overcharged with meaning, like icons: the towering windmill that screeches when the wind blows, the inside of the large kitchen, glowing like a candle; a simple world that is an infinity nonetheless.

le bronze des lumières: la patine des souvenirs.

(JM et le front généreux de sa famille)

JM s'embourbe dans l'angoisse d'une menace sourde. Celle des insectes, des serpents et des pantheres.

Back to the farm. Matteo mentions it as 'Peter Pan's farm'.

satyr's head: stone imitating flesh.Detail: acupuncture needles on the neck, to deter pigeons...

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Via San Stefano, Bologna: sculpted heads, mangled by time, as idiosyncratic as the human faces they were modeled after

Osteria del Nonno, six pm, on the hills of Bologna. Being led blindfolded to a place whose geography and character you could not possibly suspect or hope for. Reconciled all at once with travel as a realm of possibility. The simplicity of it all. A rustic square, a late summer afternoon, wine, cheese, crescentine bread, and your own fragile family to close the circle of your world. “I was walking, sore-footed, under hot sun, hot pavements. Was it then I bought a peach? That's as I remember. From a stall near Charing Cross Station. It was the first fresh peach I had ever tasted. I could hardly believe how delicious. At twenty-five I was dumbfounded afresh By my ignorance of the simplest things.” (Ted Hughes, Full Bright Scholars).

air de papa jeune?

Reverse gravity

Portraits (1) Hotel Porta San Mamolo, Bologna

Portraits (2) Piazza Magiore, Bologna

Portraits (3) - Trattoria Rusticana, Castello D'Argile

Portraits (4) - Bologna Centro

Portraits (5) - Trattoria Rusticana, Castello d'Argile

aphrodisiac breads, bulging tomatoes, fresh pastas

chilis

half lights (4)

half lights (3)