Sometimes I think the world ... like a giant ant hill ... where under every roof little heads ... are you thinking ... ... thinking ... who knows what ... everyone thought a story in itself ... everyone ... everyone something to tell one thing to decide ... everyone with his beautiful problems and dilemmas ... all busy square the circle of life.
Guido ... and the streets ... I see windows, lights dim room lit ... ... ... transparencies as yellowed leaves in autumn gives us ... lise and dusty tents .. . ... tired other hand, clear and revitalized ... tight, bright and vibrant ... almost beats in tune with the beat of each other, the time of every single soul that lives within you ... to those rooms. .. There is a yellow
tired and warm yellow ... the cool white, sterile and alive and happy ... that there is an idea behind each one ... and what transpires ... did your.
:-)
Guido ... and the streets ... I see windows, lights dim room lit ... ... ... transparencies as yellowed leaves in autumn gives us ... lise and dusty tents .. . ... tired other hand, clear and revitalized ... tight, bright and vibrant ... almost beats in tune with the beat of each other, the time of every single soul that lives within you ... to those rooms. .. There is a yellow
tired and warm yellow ... the cool white, sterile and alive and happy ... that there is an idea behind each one ... and what transpires ... did your.
:-)
From the photo you can not see almost anything, but was taken from the castle of Fronto ... then a series of events is born All 'I'm thinking of poo! Have you ever sbrirciato, and maybe you're around in the car when he is dark, the lights inside each house ?!?...