Bonjour. Paris even on an overcast day the Tower….

Goodnight, Twitterverse… Sleep tight. The bats bite, and they will. They always do. Salute. 🍷💀🦇

Yes, snails

At thirty thousand feet, the day is but a seam of fire, and the clouds are pretending to hold it up. Dante circles in the heavens, and tonight the sky is somewhere between Inferno and Paradiso. Buona sera, my feral outcasts.

See you all in Paris….

Buongiorno, l’ultima vista di mio paese. Qualcosa di te rimarrà sempre nel mio cuore. Alla prossima

Goodnight, Twitterverse...A Dark Castle in the distance, candles dripping, and darkness blooming in the night. Somehow it’s the most romantic thing on my timeline. 🖤

How many of you sang it cold...Go on don't be shy

Ahh, whoever thought this was a good idea...

Honest question...

It's still always one more album...

Rupa Rossa, still glowing rust-red beneath the grey. Rupa Rossa, where my parents left their blood and sweat under the blazing southern sun. Rupa Rossa, streaked with centuries of rain and iron. Rupa Rossa remembers what the sky forgets.

To all my female friends, make him happy…

Well, someone has to be…

Fiber optic connection…

I do so love be annoying…

Buongiorno all’ultima vista dal Cilento. Drinking coffee on this brisk, calm, and light-filled morning is a small wonder. With each sip, the olive trees seem to whisper, resta ancora un po’. Ogni tazzina è un addio gentile, and I’m not ready to finish it. Grazie, Cilento.

🎃 Buonanotte e sogni d'oro, Twitterverse...Che gli spiriti ti lascino in pace. (Non te lo meriti.) Domani sarai stanco, e io sarò qui a ricordartelo.