Human being, between life and death, soul and matter, softness and hardness.

Tyrol’s sky

Along the river of Tyrolean red ammonites of Mesozoic

Between the spirit and the physical codes

Tyrolean nature’s spontaneity

Latest attempt of a lost Mediterranean Sea buried by a glacial lake

Opposite inside a body

The truth behind true

Coronavirus calendar

All falls

Snow puppet outside a body. Coronavirus time.

Covid time. Taking a shower.

Winter time means being inside a body under the umbrella

Wearing sunny. Walking alone inside a body.

South Tyrol’ spray

Tyrol’s brutal monster meeting outside a body. The opposite inside a body.

Tyrolean phallus

Latest attempt to alive without energy. A short history is make and the human being remembers.

Meeting the yellow horse. Between animal bodies.

Both from a side life to another opposite with Covid fear

Fishing thoughts inside a body

The existence embraces the absence

The lake, the fountain and the existence.

South Tyrol’s metaphysics. Life through the wooden key.

S.Vigilio time. Finding white between a sum of colors.

A life suspended between one part and another

Being out of focus by the other side

Corridors of apples as perspective lines of life. Biancaneve will always have her apple.

Close life in couple, far life alone.

Black solitude in the white solitude

Solitude in lake’ soul

Lake with Covid-19

Loving Nature, Nature’s love, kissing in the Nature.

Mother, I am here. It’s almost 3 o’clock and the sun shines.

Cavalese’s bell tower on sky with proud and local flag. Despite all, time remains Roman.

Future Clouds

Through the waterfall towards the base life level

Bolzano spirit, the fake Italian heritage.

The collaboration’s key. Together.

Supercar in the city, another empty filled, another absence together others. Alone.

Finding something for yourself everyday

Being German braces and walking Italian ground

Double towers, double identity, unique cathedral.

Sunflower on politician life. City hall.

The true behind the tree

Summer time, between sea waving dress and sunny suitcase, between outside a body and inside a body.

A bag attached to a body walking. What there will be inside a body?

Empty seats are waiting discussions. Who will be the red passion or the white cold?

Looking the pharmacy

Alone far abroad attached on the mobile

Two children have left their bicycles momentarily. One mother has left her children for ever. Abandonment way, number 2.

Delicious slightly green embroidered life

Life’s motionless mirrors

First wall, first fence, first focus behind a untouchable far life

Red passion columns outside a body. Three dimensional vision inside a body.

Showing quick outside a body. Being deeply inside a body. Almost three legs.

Walking alone with curmudgeon step

Time is passing. It will be for everyone in the Universe. No need to accumulate nothing, just only emotions.

Photographer alone in front his lake. Another inside a body.

Photographer alone in front his castle. Another inside a body.

True love. Mother and son. Nature.

“Il Trentino Alto Adige è il luogo della ribalta, dove l’Africa diviene improvvisamente Europa politica, dimostrando, ancora una volta, che la bugia è il pilastro della verità di primo strato.
In Tirolo si osservano le migliori stelle perché tra le sue valli, fredde, ghiacciate e umide, si solleva il cielo che una volta costituiva l’aria del centro del Mediterraneo. La sua terra è forma di Avampaese, Ibleo e Apulo, tempo addietro coinvolto nel fronte della guerra tra i continenti. Il suo ruolo, come nel gioco degli scacchi, è stato di pedone, senza la quale nessuna ultima sutura si sarebbe formata tra due mondi prima distanti e poi vicini. In Tirolo tutto questo è inciso tra Italia e Germania, espressioni ultime di una verità sottostante geologica più grande.
Il Tirolo è l’ultimo tentativo di sopravvivenza di un Mediterraneo ormai disperato e sepolto dalla sua spontanea natura nascosta, tra le montagne, le valli, i laghi e una neve in grado di coprire ogni suo vuoto.
Il Tirolo è inside a body“.

“Trentino Alto Adige is the place of the limelight, where Africa suddenly becomes political Europe, demonstrating, once again, that the lie is the pillar of the first layer truth.
In Tyrol are observed the best stars because among its valleys, cold, frozen and humid, rises the sky that once formed the air of the center of the Mediterranean. Its land is in form of Avampaese, Ibleo and Apulo, formerly involved in the front of the war between the continents. Its role, as in the game of chess, has been a pawn, without which no last suture would have formed between two worlds first distant and then close. In Tyrol all this is etched between Italy and Germany, ultimate expressions of a greater geological underlying truth.
Tyrol is the latest attempt at survival of a Mediterranean now desperate and buried by its spontaneous hidden nature, among the mountains, valleys, lakes and a snow capable of covering its every void.
Tyrol is inside a body“.

Giovanni Paolo Amenta