Street Ballade
Uoh Uououh. Street has been friend.
Parco Sempione has been my friend.
I sudamericani che si tagliano i capelli sulle panchine has been my friend.
Le panchine has been my friend.
Roman dei fiori has been my friend.
Uoh Uououh.
Il sole has been my friend. L’aria calda, afosa, tiepida, fresca, fredda has been my friend. Always.
Il cellulare has been my friend. Every single day.
La schiscetta* has been my friend.
Autumn leaves has been my friend. Together with aspre carrubbe e duri marroni nel cerchione de
la bicicletta has been my friend.
Correre Correre Correre
Lonely Lonely Lonely
Correre On the street
Lonely
My friend.