Tiziano Ferro, al concerto non si presentano 1000 persone per paura di attentati
It's just like drops of rain, the action, words and looks of others fall on me in the wierdest & uncanny moments I find myself by means of my friends chatting of their passions. Expression is a game we play to grow. Gray smell in a little room painted by disordered colours pieces of drawing paper on the wall sink into the armchair I listen to a friendly speech playing with a coffee colour pen. Expression differentiates us stimulate curiosity & opens my heart to people and myself I love looking at the silent faces of the ones beside me incredibly fascinating light. I love to fell it on my skin floatin' thru the air inevitably, everything's part of me.