L'agonia del primo amore

"When a love dies it's still a tragedy. . . . . and even more for the first love living and dying in the recall. . . . . and with eyes in the Memory I painted the sea and the waves. . . . . and I saw a young Me dwarfed by what it was: a small fish lost in the vast and lonely ocean Love "



And 'the encounter between "Painting and Poetry." . . . . my encounter with the poet Anna Elvira Cuomo and the common goal to combine our passions in a solemn Connubio.

Carefully read today his wonderful poem "Do not veil of sad," from which we took the verse, simplifies the knowledge of the soul of this woman did not even know where the face