Swaying rhythm through the skin

If Chopin could speak he'd say words feel like coral red and fifteens. Bright. Dense. Bold. Sensual. Savoury souls. Madresilva, mi ricordo.

La stabilità tintinna, freme, dondola, culla il moto incessante dell'asse immobile del mondo.

There's what I give to the world and there's what the world gives me. Make it even.

I find solace in gondole di rame

Nella pancia del mondo ci sono stelle capovolte.

I've also put my foot down about using all of my voice for singing the way I want.

Now with a private collector in North America, Morning glory exudes vitality and ardor in quintessential femininity.

The Autumn has made itself at home in the Pacific Northwest today. My sunrise walk has turned from hopping bare feet on the grass to plunging my rainboots into the wet ground.

Di fronte ad un pubblico espressivo la gioia prende il sopravvento su ogni cosa.

Cranes exudes such radiant presence, that it colors the space with irresistible magnetism.

Ed io che un senso nel buttare il mio tempo non lo trovo, mi scosto dalla fila per danzare e mi accomodo nella mia vita.

La leggerezza dello spessore, the light of sound et la fantaisie chromatique de ma realité en si bémol majeur.

As an art collection of experiences, TARALLI is the convergence of sensual textures, lightning neurons, bold accents, and cultural digressions.

How speechless can we be, swaying rhythm through the skin of breathing wings, held in the sight of a storm that just wants to defy gravity.

Placido l'occhio di tigre in diamanti neri di cobalto.

For the greater part of my life, I have welcomed the swallows coming home to hatch a new family in the same nests, accoccolati come palchetti d'onore at the edge of every secular beam.