Gianluca John Attanasio

Where was god?
Poems

Where was god?

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

Desert

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

You look

You look… You look at beauty but you want to ruin it You hate poverty, but you choose to steal…
Weird moon…
One Photo Story

Weird moon…

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

Darkness and light in Berlin

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

Ghost Morning

First dawn of a Sunday morning. All around, endless fields of wheat crop.
A mother like many others
One Photo Story

A mother like many others

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