Roberto Bruno

Signature of Roberto Bruno

Balance. Capricorn Ascendant. Moon in Cancer. Sensitive especially on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday and the rest of the week.
W mother Sarpi. Paolosarpino. Nerd. In love with Atari. Spectrum and Sega Master System. Graduated from the University of Milan. Modern Letters. History of Art and Entertainment.
I love curiosity thanks to my mother Franca Spezzano and my father Bruno Luigi. I love donkeys. Donkey milk saved my mother's life in childhood.

I love magic. Zirmani and Raul Cremona. I love to deceive and delude myself. Disappear and reappear. Show and hide. I love the circus. I love places that indulge in fantasy. The places where everything is possible. I love lies. I told the longest lie in the world. I'm a liar. I love The Great Liar by Federico Fellini. I love Mastroianni's creative leisure. I should practice analysis and psychoanalysis. I love motorbikes but only with the sun and no wind. I love Samuel Beckett and Orson Welles. I love Giorgio Gaber shampoo. Break. Interval.

In 1998 he began his research in the visual arts fascinated by the digital aesthetics of the World Wide Web giving life to a surreal language with existential implications that result in estrangement and not sense.
He has created digital applications for the major international and national brands with a strong character innovative: Teatro alla Scala, Feltrinelli, Nike, Prada, miu miu, Toiletpaper.

I love to hear your voice. Sometimes disorder generates order. Maybe clutter is not an order pre-established. I do not know. Let's talk about. No, there is no solution. I would like the puzzle week.

It is better to die of alcohol than to die of thirst. Smoke. We refused. My heart stirs. The wind of desire blows. Talent is sweat. The stars know about you.

Among these words some are true. I don't sleep anymore. What happens in the city. I love you. Today as and more than yesterday. I want pasta with pesto. I am sleepy. The head is tired. Her ass is the real Hollywood.

I reason. I am an atheist. Maybe. I am destroyed but not defeated. Wisdom is attention. Maybe. You say to me? No. Yes. Anyone can be a May fisherman. True. Does lazy everyday life hide happiness? It is not far. The sofa is not far away.

People are violent. Feel the sea. Death is life. I took a journey inside myself in August. Me I listen. I try. Sometimes I can. Make sense. Suffering increases attention. Maybe. 9 vertical begins with M ends with A is five letters.

Can you hear me. You remember me. Yes I remember I remember. Today I count the stones. Are too many.

We are beginners. Don't give in. The only way to resist temptation and give in. Hurting hurts. The evil is underestimated. Pain is underestimated. Everything is underestimated. It is raining. Stopped. The sun comes out. Not forget. Use your head. The head is another heart.

Crack. Re-create. Under the bench the goat sings sapra the bench the goat prays. Have you ever felt immobile. Believe in intuition. Don't be fragile. Don't be guilty. Select. Go all the way.

I have fever. The body is tired. The head presses it. Is art genuine? I do not know. Ask me tomorrow. That's all empty inside me. At 2 pm I need to be strong.

To many thoughts. They don't go out. Get them out. Do you feel the pain? It is deeper than the sea. He is the beauty man. Done bad. Badly remade.

Pain makes you grow. True love is a challenge. Cancel. Delete again. Now rewrite. Maybe it's the same history. You know. Analyze. Go deep. Analyze. Do humans always make the same mistakes? Stay careful. Be honest. Be a liar.

What you give comes back. What you give is yours forever. Do not give up. Don't be trivial. Do not give up. Not be trivial. Hold on. You can resist. It is joy. Basically it is joy.

Evil hurts. Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. Friday. Saturday. Sunday. You want to hear my voice a few years ago? She is different!

I was expecting something different. More beautiful? Uglier? Expectations are also bad for your hair. You are the balm of my soul. Hold on fearlessly. You are fearless. You are beyond the storm.

Sometimes you don't listen to yourself. There is too much noise around. Turn up the music. Go dancing. Turn on. Turn off. What is it remained. What did you hear. Today is today. Resilience is a beautiful word.

It is not gray. But even if it were it would be nice. I live in the shadow of the Madonnina. No, I only live in Paolo Sarpi. Really. But yes. Paolo Sarpi you are like my mother.

I like the poetic soul. Fuck it. It's all head. The heart is hidden. Where is it? In the toilet. Pull the basin. Yet. Yet. Pull the basin. But try again. Especially on Tuesday evenings.

The cock always gives. The idea never gives up. The cock always gives. The idea always gives way. The cock does not give never. The idea never gives up.