Gianluca John Attanasio

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Where was god?

Where were god? Where was god while your inner world was falling apart? Where was god while the events of…

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Desert… / If you’re looking for yourself / The shadows of your ancestors / Will lead you up to the…

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PRIVATE8 January 2016

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You look… You look at beauty but you want to ruin it You hate poverty, but you choose to steal…

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30/12/2015 Brasov Romania Gianluca John Attanasio A shining, yellow moon is high, above a curtain of fog. Away, wolves howl: angry…

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December is a month that makes even more fascinating and mysterious Berlin, one of the most vital, multicultural and, simultaneously,…

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First dawn of a Sunday morning. All around, endless fields of wheat crop.

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Well, the eyes of a mother will always speak the same, pure universal language…