25 September, 2005


Lost in a far past, somewhere in Sicily, some days ago.


12 September, 2005


After all the jacks are in their boxes
and the clowns have all gone to bed
You can hear happiness staggering on down the street
footsteps dressed in red
And the wind whispers Mary...


05 September, 2005

#24 - Summertime #5

This summer is at the end, and this series (dedicated to Manu) too.


02 September, 2005

#23 - Indirim