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Giulia Neri

In this story, I was the fire and you the rain

Someone's bad luck might be someone else good luck
Someone's bad luck might be someone else good luck
Someone's bad luck might be someone else good luck
Someone's bad luck might be someone else good luck
When there is no one to rescue
When there is no one to rescue
When there is no one to rescue
When there is no one to rescue
Love in the time of the Coronavirus
Love in the time of the Coronavirus
Love in the time of the Coronavirus
Love in the time of the Coronavirus
Spring is coming
Spring is coming
Spring is coming
Spring is coming
The moment when any music can be played
The moment when any music can be played
The moment when any music can be played
The moment when any music can be played
Sometimes you just need ligthness
Sometimes you just need ligthness
Sometimes you just need ligthness
Sometimes you just need ligthness
When people close to you envy your luck
When people close to you envy your luck
When people close to you envy your luck
When people close to you envy your luck
romantic cut
romantic cut
romantic cut
romantic cut
"Every day".- Interview for @Collater.al magazine. https://www.collater.al/giulia-neri-illustrated-interview/
"Every day".- Interview for @Collater.al magazine. https://www.collater.al/giulia-neri-illustrated-interview/
"Every day".- Interview for @Collater.al magazine. https://www.collater.al/giulia-neri-illustrated-interview/
"Every day".- Interview for @Collater.al magazine. https://www.collater.al/giulia-neri-illustrated-interview/
She is my mother. During my childhood, I saw her dry her hair under this strange noisy helmet and read as if nothing could disturb her. From her I learned to love books. I have never seen anyone read so much. She must have a world inside her, a world that I have only seen in passing.”
She is my mother. During my childhood, I saw her dry her hair under this strange noisy helmet and read as if nothing could disturb her. From her I learned to love books. I have never seen anyone read so much. She must have a world inside her, a world that I have only seen in passing.”
She is my mother. During my childhood, I saw her dry her hair under this strange noisy helmet and read as if nothing could disturb her. From her I learned to love books. I have never seen anyone read so much. She must have a world inside her, a world that I have only seen in passing.”
She is my mother. During my childhood, I saw her dry her hair under this strange noisy helmet and read as if nothing could disturb her. From her I learned to love books. I have never seen anyone read so much. She must have a world inside her, a world that I have only seen in passing.”
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