Through

Who knows how many people have crossed that threshold, how many have appeared in those windows, how many glances, how many hopes , how many fears hidden inside or seeking shelter outside. Collection of windows and doors, sensations and feelings.

Come in my secrets

The nail

Far outside

Royal Flush

The only memory of you

Faces Facing

Do not open

No protection

Ivy side

The threshold of the time

Ora come allora

Aeternum

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