Wallagainstwall

Long days and endless nights spent talking to walls.

Long days and endless nights spent talking to walls.

Stefano Maria Palombi Edition 2014

I was walking.

And wherever I looked, my glance stumbled upon some word, some message, some writing, a stencil, a photocopy, a graffiti, a poster that captured my attention.

Everyone had something to say

and it seemed it was me they wanted to say it to.

Sometimes it was a simple hello,

oftentimes it was an angry go get

fucked.

Mercilessly,

they reminded me of the love that I was trying to forget.

Or instead, turned suddenly generous,

they prompted me to open my eyes and heart to the infinite number of other women in the world.

Every day they provoked me,

forcing me to fight or to surrender.

And at night

they invited me to secret parties to confide shameful truths to me.

Some, like arrogant and visionary gurus,

wanted to turn me into an obedient disciple.

Others, on the contrary, were there

trembling, waiting for my last judgment.

Often enlightened, sometimes black as a black hole,

he screamed, whispered, laughed, begged.

At first, I only listened.

Then, I couldn’t take it any longer

and I began to reply.

Concept: SMP+ Texts: Stefano Maria Palombi Photo: Stefano Maria Palombi New York, or rather Brooklyn, or rather Williamsburg, the snapshots I took are almost all from there. www.stefanopalombi.com

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