Cheers

Written by Maurizio “Mau” Vagnozzi

Dunque, facciamo un filo di lista della spesa, che “re-cap” me pias minga.

Nelle mie interazioni durante il corso della giornata: ho parlato, video-parlato, chattato, messaggio, scritto e mandato serenamente al diavolo persone che, mentre io comunicavo con loro, sedevano a Sydney, Brisbane, Tokyo, Manila, Beijing, Singapore, Bangalore, Abu Dhabi, Riyadh, Roma, Milano, Amsterdam, Londra, Madrid, Lisbona, Washington, Chicago.

Lungi dal sentirmi il Roi Soleil, ho un filo di confusione nel mio orologio mentale e dopo le prime ore ho rinunciato a sincronizzare il “buon-mattino/pomeriggio/sera/notte” con l’interlocutore, per abbandonarmi a una serie di grugniti polisillabi che potessero essere interpretati e tradotti a piacimento, a seconda dell’intonazione e della onomatopeica palindroma della mia pronuncia.

Bene, raccatto i la mia massa grassa e vado a posizionarla per le prossime 13 ore dentro un capace quadrireattore con il vessillo di Her Majesty sulla coda, ma prima, come promesso a Paolo stamani, lasciatemi bere un frizzantino di buon auspicio ….

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Maurizio “Mau” Vagnozzi

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.