Rome

downtown, streets, piazze, voci straniere, beautiful women, segreti e simboli. Walked on the stones, walked between them, old memories, ancient thoughts looked at me through those empty eyes; poor them, cursed to live the same position, to watch in the same direction... listening is the worst. Do we deserve to flood this town with mediocrity? without education? Do the Souls deserve our noise? The answers are obvious, as obvious as we're doing absolutely nothing to get better. Rome, caput mundi?