ANNACAMENTO - TOSKOVAT

ANNACAMENTO - TOSKOVAT

Today, I remembered a trip... my favorite place to visit - the past. The gentle allure it holds. The destination of predestination. Going nowhere, quickly. I remember the image of the Tyrrhenian Sea, as we were atop a tower. I looked at you like a child seeing the sea for the first time. Or me seeing it for the last time. If you look at this beauty, you have probably already lost it. Or is it me? Sweet melancholic breeze, of summers never lived, of places never visited, of sun that melts the skin - You cast such a shadow. Sit down. Have a treat. Hurry up. We are late.