Wrapped in plastic

Volonte' fotografo milano…Wash all your sin, take off your skin
The righteous father wears the yellowest grin
Don’t wanna go now
Stay, hey, don’t wanna go now, I’ll stay
Come into our home, won’t you stay?
Well, I know the steak is cold but it’s wrapped in plastic
Come into our home, won’t you stay?
Well, I know the steak is cold, I know it’s wrapped in plastic…
_ Marilyn Manson (Wrapped In Plastic, excerpt) _

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“Wrapped in plastic”
Italy, 2014
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Beautiful catastrophe #056

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“Beautiful catastrophe #056”
Milano, Italy, July 2013
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Dream no. 123

Volonte' fotografo milanoI traveled, crossing continents, flying over clouds and seas
I was just looking for myself
One day I settled down
Waiting for something to happen, I was waiting for you
You came and everything happened and everything is already past
From the bottom of Lieutenant Mamiya’s well, I can see stars I’d never seen before
In my dream I saw my father again, it was a long time since I met him
Space, time, speed, parallel universes that will never meet
Here comes again that feeling of lack, of abandonment
Perhaps, I have reached the limit, confined in solitude, bounded by regrets
The reminiscence for my landscape, of the lighthouse on the sea
For you, of the scent you took away
The looming winter will swipe everything, it’ll leave me freezing
Neither the perennial fire that burns climbing on my nerves will heat me
And I still haven’t found myself

Ho viaggiato, attraversando continenti, volando su nubi e mari
Volevo solo trovare me stesso
Un giorno mi sono fermato
Aspettando che succedesse qualcosa, aspettando te
Tu sei venuta e tutto è accaduto e tutto è già passato
Dal fondo del pozzo del tenente Mamiya, riesco a vedere stelle che mai avevo veduto
In sogno ho rivisto mio padre, era molto tempo che non lo incontravo
Spazio, tempo, velocità, universi parallelli che non s’incontreranno mai
Ancora viene quella sensazione di mancanza, di abbandono
Sono forse giunto al limite, confinato nella solitudine, legato dai rimorsi
Nostalgia per quel mio paesaggio, il faro sul mare
Di te, del profumo che ti sei portata via
L’inverno incombente si prenderà tutto, mi lascerà al gelo
Nemmeno il fuoco perenne che brucia arrampicandosi sui miei nervi potrà scaldarmi
E io non ho ancora trovato me stesso
_ Hugh S. Graves _

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“Dream no. 123”
Sailing among the islands of southern Finland
Late summer 1990
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City Sickness – 404

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“City Sickness No. 404”
Italy, Nov. 2017
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I have my freedom but I don’t have much time

volonte fotografo milano…I know I’ve dreamed you a sin and a lie
I have my freedom but I don’t have much time
Faith has been broken tears must be cried
Let’s do some living after we die
Wild horses, couldn’t drag me away
Wild wild horses we’ll ride them someday
Wild horses, couldn’t drag me away
Wild wild horses we’ll ride them someday
_ Kith Richards / Mick Jagger (Wild Horses, excerpt) _

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“I have my freedom but I don’t have much time”
Italy, April 2014
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