The work is an integral part of everyone's life, and given my DNA, part-nope, I've got I do not really want to work, and then write, much less. They are right when they say that those of us Neapolitan League, and in this case we only partially nope, we did not want to work. Work weighs on me, stuffs himself with anti me, I waste some of my friends would say-Bulanneisi, the Maronites. To write about what I do then, or better than what I do or do little and badly, to say nothing of writing, it makes no sense. But if that is why I did not even without it.
The two tables above are color illustrations for the new types of frames, clubbers who hold a house one evening, the show I'm here too, the boy image.
While this is a taste of a new project, a collaboration with Amelie Tritesse, when processing.
and this is for my friend Ivan Manuppelli:
... but I dedicate it to my friend Ciro "bully" Fanelli, porn-plated. Take care, my father
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