STOP WAR
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A day spent in a terracotta furnace, where vases, plates, and other terracotta containers are handcrafted.
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A journey to the world's northernmost city, between ancient traditions and modern tourism. A city where you can't born and where you can't die.
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Before you even arrive, you hear voices, dozens of voices. Then you hear the sounds of the boats entering in the harbor. The scooters whizzing through the crowds heading towards the fish market like a river. Then you smell the sea, the fish and the wet asphalt. You arrive at…
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I’m very tired of running, I’m very tired of always fighting against everything and everyone. I’m very tired of this cold and endless winter. My legs can’t hold me up anymore, my heart is beating fast and its rhythm is faster than my steps. The sound of my footsteps and…
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Every year the Greenland Ice Cap "loses" tons of ice. The consequences of climate change are stronger, and in some houses air conditioners appear...
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Ballarò is Palermo, and Palermo is Ballarò. I think that all the character and peculiarities of the Sicilian city is contained in this historic market. The noises, the music, the voices, the scents, the joy, the warmth of the people of Ballarò, and therefore of Palermo. Already in the early…
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This is Istanbul at the eyes of the tourists… but in the "true life"? At this question can answer only the Turkish people.
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There is not much time for rest; it's already late, it's nine o'clock in the morning. And the fisherman has to clean the boat, to repair the nets…
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The colorful island surprises with its colors and with its strong and uncontaminated nature. Its vast landscapes hide a small island but surprisingly rich in nature.
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Ferrara is a small city in northern Italy, in the misty Po Valley. I don’t know who invented (and where) the bicycle, but I know that who lives in Ferrara uses it for centuries, probably from the day after its invention. And nowadays Ferrara is known like “the city for…
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For me, the bicycle is freedom. The freedom to move around the city between cars. The freedom not to let even the rain stop you. Cycling in the rain takes me back to when I was a child, when I was looking for puddles to go through at full speed,…
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Women are often (too much often) considered “objects” – nice objects – to show. Their body and their beauty, are used for advertise and in every case where is important grab the attention of the people. Of course no woman is obliged to do it; but (from the point of…
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The Ballerina moves harmoniously, lightly. Her body doesn't seem to feel gravity, it seems to bend beyond what it can. The Ballerina is grace, delicacy, lightness, harmony.
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Ferrara Italy In Italy, every year millions of mimosas are donated for women‘s Day and many beautiful words are said to celebrate this day; the media shows female soldiers, female airliners pilots, female managers of important companies, ministers, presidents, etc. demonstrating the progress made in gender equality. Certainly right! But…
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Viaggio in Romania, fra Transilvania e Maramures; antiche tradizioni nel cuore dell'Europa.
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Iran, ritratti di un grande Paese in bilico fra tradizioni e contraddizioni.
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Un breve racconto di fantasia, in un periodo in cui il mondo "fuori" è visto come un luogo pericoloso e sospetto.
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Visita improvvisata nel laboratorio di un'artista.
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Sto camminando in un bosco, sono qui da un po’ di tempo, forse un paio d’ore o forse più. Non ho l’orologio e il cellulare è spento, chiuso nello zaino. Il tempo in un bosco fitto assume una dimensione diversa.
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Il maso in Alto Adige, sulle Alpi italiane al confine con l'Austria, fra tradizione, storia e tutela della montagna.