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π·ππππππ is an inexhaustible reserve of small courtyards, particular arcades, pilasters, wide and narrow spaces, very hidden corners that raise to infinity the
possibility of different perspectives of the same objects and of different ways of looking or hiding from the world.
There are cloisters , in Pomezia, where it would be sweet even to die.
With these words of π¨ππππππ π·ππππππππ we go to the discovery of Pomezia, one of the protagonists of the cycle on the ππ’πππΜ ππ’ π π¨π§πππ³π’π¨π§π πππ₯ πππ³π’π¨.