AUNTY SUSETT' MAMMÁ & GIUSY

ZIO ANTONIO WAS THE FIRST PERSON I MET IN PUGLIA.

HE OFFERED ME FOUR RAW, FRESH MUSSELS.

DELICIOUS!

BALL IN THE CENTER

(READY TO EAT. LUNCHTIME. ON THE BEACH.)

I THINK ABOUT INFINITY, I FEEL PEACE. TIMELESS.

I FEEL CLOSE TO THE GODS. I FEEL IMMORTAL.

"MA'AM, YOUR HOUSE IS JUST BEAUTIFUL, CAN I TAKE A PICTURE?"

"SURE, BUT I AM IN A HURRY"

THE SAME STORY EVERY YEAR. FACE AND NECK IN FLAMES, REST OF THE BODY, SOME PARTS SUN KISSED, SOME PALE. ARMS ACCENTUATED WITH TANNED GLOW. HIS ARMS ARE ALWAYS EXPOSED TO THE SUN.
TANNING ARMS REPRESENT HIM, HIS SACRIFICES, HIS HARD WORK, AND HIS STRENGTH.

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I LOOKED AT THEM FOR A LONG TIME BEFORE TAKING PICTURES. 

I CONTINUE TO LOOK AT THEM FOR A LONG TIME EVEN NOW WHILE I WRITE.

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AHH WHAT ASCENT OF THE SEA

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THREE GOSSIPS ONE EURO.

(BUY THREE PAY ONE. HUGE GOSSIP)

VIAGRA

SALENTINO

YOUR MAJESTY

JURASSIC PARK BABY

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I STOPPED TO LOOK AT THEM. I WAS ENRAPTURED BY BEAUTY AND PURITY OF THE MOMENT, I TOOK THE PICTURE.

THERE WAS ONLY ME, THE OLD LADY AND THE CARD GAME.
I DID NOT FEEL ANYTHING ELSE AROUND ME.

THE BUILDING WHERE GRANDMA LIVES.

EACH FLOOR BOASTS A FOLKLORISTIC RELIGIOUS EXHIBITION. IN MY OPINION, A TYPICAL ELEMENT OF THE PRECIOUS AND FASCINATING NEAPOLITAN TRADITION.

ONE DAY I WAS WITH MOM. I TURNED MY HEAD I SAID TO HER:
"MOM, THE DECORATIONS ON GRANDMA'S FLOOR THIS YEAR, ARE REALLY COOL".

THE WINE INSIDE THE PLASTIC BOTTLE.

BREADED AND FRIED AUBERGINES.

THE SALAD NEXT TO THE FISH.

THE PLASTIC PLATES.

THE "CAFONE" BREAD.

GRANDMA NINA ALWAYS STANDING TO EAT.

SUNDAY IN THE TOWER BLOCKS.

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I NEVER LIKED TRIPPA.

BUT THAT STAND WITH THE SIGN:

"TRIPPA THE FOOT AND THE MOUTH",

I ALWAYS LOVED IT.

AUNT DON'T MOVE. STAY AS YOU ARE. I HAVE TO TAKE A PICTURE OF YOU!

WHEN YOU ARE IN THE TRAFFIC OF MERGELLINA, RAISE YOUR HEAD AND LOOK AT THE SKY.

THERE SHOULD BE A BLUE CROSS.

KEEP A LOOK OUT FOR IT.

THE BLUE CROSS.

WAIT. YOU HAVE TO WACH IT ALL

EVERY SUMMER EVENING

MY GRANDFATHER SMOKES HIS CIGARETTE OVERLOOKING THE TERRACE, LISTENING TO THE CLASSICS OF NEAPOLITAN MUSIC.
USUALLY, HE ALWAYS PUTS THE RADIO NEAR THE HOLY OF PIOUS FATHER.

"I LOSE YOUUUUUU"


WHAT POETRY YOU ARE FRANKLIN.

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EEHH... I HAVE MY GIRLFRIEND OVER THERE

DOWN ON THE BEACH OF SCIANEL

SUCH ELEGANCE THE FREEDOM

ROOFTOP TERRACE OF ENZINA AND GENNAR'

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ENZINA: "GENNÁ GIVE ME YOUR HAND"

When I come home it's like I'm going to the theater.

When I come home I experience a different show every day.

So many characters. Some familiar, some foreign.

I am enriched with an encompassing of all of them.

They are genuine. They are the history of my motherland.

I watch with admiration for everything.

When I am home I am complete with nostalgia and fond memories.

The sadness passes and I leave home knowing where "I go, I go, my land follows me with endless stories.

I tell Italian stories.

Thank YOU All

Martina