tonnobisaccio

...and part of me likely is, in this studio, glancing out the window at the dimming rose-blue sky, sunset.  Red-tiled rooftops and chimney pipes and TV antennas take away the lower third of the view, music from a youtube playlist occupy my ears - in turn snuggly covered by pretty good wireless phones. On the long table this Apple rests on: an old photo, framed, of a border collie (Polo) in the snow; a watch made in the Soviet Union from the late 60's; an ashtray holding a pair of tweezers, several storage chips and a tiny orange plastic water gun; a small brain toy that waddles forward when you wind it up; 3 old Illy espresso coffee containers jam-packed with pens and pencils and paper clips and paper crowns from christmas crackers of some years ago; and a small glass filled with dried wheat stalks.  I suppose from whatever you might gather from that, those words above, you can decide about me, short or tall, mean or kind, young or old, from the states or france or russia or someplace else, university or not, dumber or dumber, even dumbest... the phrase could go on but this is that delicious moment when the pink-blue sky this time of year here dives deeper into blue, the midnight kind, filled with.....