Painting the Croatian sea

English bus on old Roman empire in Croatia

Colosseum fly

Croatian fly

Inside an open door is like inside a body

Spreading view of Latin taste

Inside or outside. Behind or in front. Diaphragm.

Estuary to visiting Istria

Tourist shopping, post packages and a path to escape from the picture.

Krk Island flag

A break, a fast walking and some fortuitous meetings.

Alleys, empties and vacuous why.

Alone solitude

Street on Krk city

Croatian seagull in solitude

Leveling the horizon through a lighthouse. Boats on the line; observing the soul.

Together through the same path

Indifferent lifes

Who is he suddenly?

Together through the same path

Croatian cat. Mediterranean time is slightly stopped.

Walking now. Tomorrow it will be on the same way?

Some light between buildings. Beyond the sea.

Human condition. Blocked, built in concrete and forced to assist frontally to the dynamism of the Earth.

Croatian hungry seagulls

Windy time on the Baska’s pier

Lights on a secure pier. Just tie the rope.

Towards the perspective, like the Saturday on the village. Access then denied; following, please, just with the dreams.

Visit Baska. Done.

Walking unaware. Turned unaware. Meeting you forever; you didn’t the same.

Included accidentally

Driving angry

I do not care about the world. Before or then It will end.

Friendship alongside on promenade

Contemplating

Trash cans and path indications. Beyond the truth out the human system.

Chair on light and dark without time. Free and empty; enjoy it.

Pillar’s texture. Half table. Transversal pier. Descartes’ diagram. All is alone, close in itself. Time is collapsing inside the scene, but sea and mountains donate breath’s place, the sense of the rest.

Cycling alongside our life

The simple pier, the simple limit we can accept or from we can leave.

I do not care about the world. Before or then It will end. Truly convinced.

Candy alley. All attracted.

Ready to receive the sea waves

Cross on sky, a way of the salvation from the dark side.

Nothing and all. Beyond.

Belly on pier; matter’ satisfaction. Boats parked above the level; soul’ satisfaction.

Croatia

Piles and piers in deep leveling. Descartes’ diagram.

“Frane”, a way to transport landslides to other sides is, surely, to go contrary.

Giorgio De Chirico’s Croatian square

Solitude in Croatia

The colors of a nation. Between the chess and the crown some clouds on sky.

Once upon a time. Some a little, some a lot.

A wall, a railing, a street, a descent for the launch, a pier. In the midst of everything there is always an obstacle. Why not?

The way for rainbow

Between wheels on ground and rafts on water

Be pushed aside

Boats in rest

“How can a rock stem the sea”…

A tree follows her dreams through the pier embankments’ perspective

Lonely couple

The Croatian absence. Empty horizon.

School. Nobody can over beyond without. Civic library inside; how many books will contain? Numbers include the mystery of behind the walls. Meantime catching on twelve.

Rijeka dome

Alone, standing, in spite of the others, like a sentry who observes time without the occupied space.

A passage, a tunneling for sitting before to encounter the door by the other side. By now nobody has taken the pill to face the transition.

Only one, the unique mind, half for the world and the other part for self. Hostel Rueka.

Common fate for book lovers. No skin, no arms, no face, nothing to sell. It is an implosion of vibrations. Ready to entry again once, ready to lose another body part. Soul will remain at the end; all concentrated. All stopped, closed and motionless. Time is frozen during the reading.

Radio Rijeka. Is It transmissing?

A Croatian square in a normal day. Few knows they will remain outside inside a body.

Different textures, different environments, different skies.

Windows partially open and close, flags partially open and close. Shells for all.

Kuca Center. You can find inside a happy home in automatically, being in the club. All is served for all. Nobody is using the opportunity. Are the humans all inside the body or inside a body?

A Roman watch. Two heads above a carafe. This is the Rijeka time.

A moment between observers.

Feeling the piano between shadows and passages. Just playing it in mind.

A couple observing a reader meantime an anonymous photographer is taking their life picture. By the other side a shadow is walking without knowing what is happening on back, like for the couple, for the reader and for the anonymous photographer.

Successes and failures circumstances. Walking indifferent to the success or to the failure. Being inside a body.

Looking for a change. Day by day striving for life. Alone with a bag. All seems black inside the box. Where is in the meantime Roberto? Anybody has his life, whatever you are or you not are. There is a place where finding a reason for all; just spreading yourself inside a body, the only box where life can change to being once at least.

Molongo. More long? Slightly light blue in the corner. Who knows how many people have met suddenly by Molongo corner. More long? Who knows.

Beautiful bus in front a magic old building. Merit from Mercedes Benz or from the Architecture? In the relation can exist the beauty and her soul is expressed in a fleeting moment.

Cleaning urban environment

Maxbet, a place for desperates, the best games in the world. Welcome dear Croatia in the world.

Many windows means much volume inside bodies. Where are you exactly?

Alone and desperate. Cities are jails for bodies. Bodies are jails for souls.

Ozujsko Croatian beer. Old man is passing over. Time is gone.

Asian gents in Croatia with some New York style. Smiling on the sun. Why? Being now everywhere.

God on the sky. Perspective of the arch. Spontaneous flowers alongside the lines. All seems a continue theater for the inside a body.

Taking a picture. Do I have anybody back too?

Being inside a body right now

A shell for all. Wet your soul.

Waiting for a push. How can be a object in the scenography.

Jadrolinija ferry advertising. Fifteen panettone, three bodies, one fountain, many windows, three lamps with two leaning balls, one square. Between matrix and reality.

Albania in Croatia.

Croatian Opera. Autoklub Rijeka. Between passed romantic dreams and current sloppiness service.

Croatian inside a body

Day is going to end. Last sun on pier.

Taking moments on table

Between trees

Surrealist and metaphysics bath tub

Father on limit. Teaching the breathing, the dreaming and the limits.

Croatian feeling

Promenade in Njivice

Solitude on the beach

Walls and rocks

Sleeping

Pula Colosseum, Croatia.

“La Croazia è una terra vicina, con tanta voglia di riscatto e tanto orgoglio mediterraneo.
Andare attraverso i suoi paesaggi trasporta l’individuo in un parallelismo poco tangibile nella percezione del tempo in sé; le linee sembrano descrivere l’individuo in un piano temporale parallelo al suo abituale, dove, grazie al suo diverso spazio trovato, tra un Colosseo di Roma ed un azzurro e turchese mare, l’individuo trova un altro tempo, in un altro luogo, scoprendo nuovi orizzonti della propria anima.
La Croazia diviene il luogo delle coste, delle isole, dei gabbiani e del mare e delle passeggiate d’altro tempo.
La Croazia è inside a body“.

“Croatia is a neighboring land, with a great desire for redemption and a lot of Mediterranean pride.
Going through its landscapes transports the individual into an hardly tangible parallelism in the perception of time itself; the lines seem to describe the individual in a temporal plane parallel to his usual one, where, thanks to his different found space, between a Rome’s Colosseum and a blue and turquoise sea, the individual finds another time, in another place, discovering new horizons of his own soul.
Croatia becomes the place of the coasts, of the islands, of the seagulls and of the sea and of the walks of another time.
Croatia is inside a body“.

Giovanni Paolo Amenta