I certainly don’t mean the wisdom of building walls. That’s another post at another time …
This is about the wisdom, the emotional outpouring, and the straight-up bizarre things I’ve seen written on walls around Bologna so far. They’re a different take on graffiti, relying on words, rather than pictures, to try to get their point across. Maybe some should have stuck with pictures.
The beauty is your head. The beauty is lost in the English translation.
I cannot forget you! That’s your f&^% problem.
Children, TV only tells you lies.
Too drunk to … spell? Finish a thought?
Too drunk to pacman?
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That’s REALLY drunk! š
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