Midday. Siesta. Houses and channels get hot under the scalding sun. It’s so hot as if it seemed everything was melting.
Nobody hurries in Italy. And in the midday… Everything looks like petrified and lifeless. But dynamic vertical composition interrupts this silence; it gets us high, where the tops of houses deliquesce in the quiet incandescent sky. Thought about eternity, what never leave us here. Maybe, every of us should stop for a moment and just think?