This armchair that is also a painting is dedicated to my idol: the one and only alive masterpiece for me: Diego Armando Maradona.
Poem: the miracle
God exists and I saw him playing. For about ten years the real miracle in Naples wasn't the melting San Gennaro's blood. So I wonder: San Gennaro, was it you melting a little bit of blood twice a year the miracle? Or was it God with a fake and a caress to a ball was melting the blood of thousands people?! So I'm talking to you people who don't believe or are dead. You guys missed God. We saw him playing footbal.