In few hours I will fly towards a city I have visited more than five years ago: Firenze, Italy. All that is left in my memory after seeing hundreds of other places in the meantime is this: few colourful shapes, the strong scent of coffee and his hand touching my shoulder. Weird enough: although I took hundreds of pictures of that place, I never went back to look at them. And this got me thinking: how many times do we actually check the tons of digital material we have stored? Maybe is time for a clean-up.
I love the world that autumn builds in my heart. I love the smell of the morning chill and the one of the afternoon rain. I love the memory of that first evening when the autumn breeze smashes down the window and I finally reach for an extra cover. I love the coziness of cinnamon tea, roasted chestnuts and warm blankets. But what I love the most is how the nature plays with colours in this season.
And for the rest of my life, when I will watch a sunset, I will be thinking of you. I will remember you right in that moment when the sun sees the last point on this Earth, just when its shines with its final power and then all it leaves behind is bloody shades and darkness…. I will be thinking about us and about that sunset with black clouds above it. With shapes of storm and smell of the tropics. With the smell of destruction and the power of hell.