Victims of a worn-out glance, composed of many, too many lights, the cities that we inhabit risk being reduced to the endless queues of cars
and traffic lights, as monotonous and as sad as emotions incapable of letting themselves go.
Vittime di uno sguardo logorato dalle troppe luci, le città che popoliamo rischiano di ridursi a file interminabili di semafori e di auto, monotoni come emozioni incapaci di lasciarsi andare e spesso tristi.
