Let's make it short because the beginning is already the end: I painted (and will continue to do it) for three consecutive years on the streets of the Spanish Quarters. Attacking from every border: Corso Vittorio Emanuele, Pignasecca, Chiaia, remaining harnessed in the thick mesh of the chessboard designed at the time for the Spanish troops, the heart unexplored and feared because dressed in a cliché armor.

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