Alan's Psychedelic Breakfast (II)

This is an old image and I love it because of a specific matter.
I set up the stage at my mother's and the legs you see belong to a friend of mine: Ottavio Caiazzo, a wonderful person with a kind, friendly attitude, open to life and capable to see the good part hidden in anything, doesn't matter how nasty it is.

Ottavio was killed by the sea many years ago.

But he's still alive in my soul, as well as in the memory of all people who, in a way or the other, come in touch with him.