‘..is like looking for spaces in a hand In the mushy squares of red loneliness In the keys of a love changed in the night, in the stones that stain life, in that barefoot polished asphalt. Because the skin has flown Into a blue smoke And in a moon that moves a sea that cries.
When the sun sets and the heat of the day gives way to the coolness of night, the atmosphere is charged with an energy with a taste of mystery. The city lights come on, but the adventures and excitement are far from them… we search for them by walking by the sea, where the figures are undefined and where we sense only the sea and a few car in the distance. Time passes, and the summer night invites us to get lost and let ourselves be carried blend with the tar of a newly renovated street next door. Everything is made possible under the reflections of the moon, sitting and looking at an undefined landscape that turns black to blue. They are passions of everyone, for everyone, of a minute or an entire night…those that are fixed forever, for the usual sip of memory. ‘ – Filippo Sorcinelli
