An anonymous, familiar and unknown landscape at the same time, without human presence, timeless. It is generously offered as a half-written page.
It doesn't take me long to make it my own, I deposit in it my memories, my dreams, my wishes.
Ambiguous horizons, lyrical atmospheres that invite me to nostalgia, to imagine and imagine myself. Time does not exist, only silence, stillness is advancing and the feeling of contemplating an impossible world, or perhaps, already lost, settles in me.
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