Beh, grazie a quelli che mi hanno scritto chiedendomi “sei vivo?“.

Grazie un po’ di meno a quelli che invece hanno scritto “Se sei stincato posso prendermi la tua Ducati, tanto tu nel paradiso dei bevitori di birra te ne fai un cazzo, giusto?“. Menagrami di merda.

Periodaccio lavorativo: la join venture alla quale stavo lavorando in Arabia Saudita è stata firmata e adesso stiamo sgobbando per renderla operativa. La Cami sta preparandosi alla partenza per Sydney e io al trasferimento in Middle East: si, a quanto pare andrò ad avere i cammelli come vicini di casa per un po’ di tempo.

Sto raccogliendo i pezzi e a brevissimo (da questo weekend) ricomincio le pubblicazioni quotidiane: vi prennuncio la relazione su una quasi-rissa con famiglia truzza al concerto di Vasco Rossi (ma che cazzo ci facevo IO al concerto di Vasco?), un delivery della nonna a Sestri Levante e 3 nuove sessioni di crocifissione con mio trainer … insomma c’è da leggere.

No worries mates! I’m almost out of the tunnel and soon back!


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It has been more than fifty years since I began traveling across the world — and the seven seas — for work or for pleasure, always with a Leica M camera close at hand. The camera has never been an accessory; it has been a constant companion, a way of observing, remembering, and making sense of the places and people I encountered along the way. I started keeping this kind of journal some time ago, not as a diary in the traditional sense, but as a space where images and words could meet. This is not a publication driven by schedules or algorithms. At times I disappear for long stretches; then, inevitably, I return with semi-regular updates. Publishing, for me, is a mirror of my state of mind and emotions. It follows my rhythm, not the other way around. You have to take it exactly as it comes. Every photograph you see here is mine. They are fragments of a life spent moving, looking, and waiting for moments to reveal themselves — often quietly, sometimes unexpectedly. This blog is not about destinations, but about presence. About what remains when the journey slows down and the shutter finally clicks.

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