I do not like the pitch dark … but I love the subtle and melancholy twilight … when the light goes out … when you light a candle … or when you open the door and discover that the world changes in the dark …
And then it happens that sometimes the light goes away. And suddenly the colors fade, but the memories become sharp. Even the objects change. The perception of those daily points of reference become foggy. But you can start seeing something beyond. The second order things. Those far away. The ones you forgot. When I’ve discovered that the door to the terrace perfectly frames a distant window and the lemon tree full of leaves a feeling of naive surprise came to my mind. I was able to feel a different city. Silent and peaceful. I can see the calm serenity of a day that is now over. Every evening has not the same identity. Whether you’ve decided to stay barefoot and drink infusion with cinnamon, vanilla, mint and clove or to wear breathtaking heels and go out … I wish the night you’ve always dreamed of to you all.