raindrops cover the city on a lazy afternoon.
People is looking absent while driving cars around.
Crowd laughs and disappears, like black ink in water…
Asphalt shines now,
and a black and white picture of it reminds me of a constellation.
Past, hope, experiences…they have been all around these streets, demanding to be understood, or ignored to be free and disappear.
Keys of memory, fear, hope, wanderings.
A new language of pictures makes me a collector of moments and sensations.
I walk home feeling everything over me.
Turn the radio on so I can start to forget it all.