Blazing sun merges through my skin and spreads around, leaving ultra violet traces. Continues searches of shades to shelter myself. And my body yet is boiling. The water reflects my sweating forehead. Ah, i can’t escape it. Ah, I am captured. Venice, Sacile, Milan.
My cheeks are hurting, as it is a warm midsummer’s night-time and I am fenced by a joyful swarm of folks, all of it causing me to grin around-the-clock. I keep on floating within the crowd and a dim Italian ballad resides in the interior of my ear cosily beating its drum. Now this wholehearted sound grew into a personal tinnitus. Rome & Florence, It was nice to meet you