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Wearing
a mask
in the city of masks.
Behind St. Marco's Square,
in the small attic room, the sound of the bell tower on
a hot September day.
I change the venetian mask that is repeated over and over
again in the city of masks. The city of mystery with an
ancient flavor.
Wearing different masks connects me to my inner self, continuing
to change them with the sound of the bell tower in the square.
Change a mask and everything changes, the appearance of
the face changes.
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