Broken Poems

A private journal about memories and existence. These photographs found me during the last years as I was questioning myself a lot what photography itself represents to me today, after all these years.


Tramonti Emozionali

filamenti ramificati casualmente, dimenticano la superficie e la materia… si innalzano verso il cielo! I tramonti si espandono nell'aria… riflettono la loro anima nel mare.



I had talked about Iran to many people and they had always told me that (even if they had never been to Iran!) they knew that Iranian people were amazing. Well, it's true.