Stenopeiche, il mio inizio, 2
Come è iniziata questa storia l’ho scritto qui. Ora qualche altra foto.
How did this story begin I wrote here. Now some more photos.
Deserted tennis courts. They are really there. We never know why are they deserted. We look at, and more we look at them more they seem to be deserted. Deserted of themselves, deserted. This thing stops here.
But the sea is also a guardian. Christ is also a guardian.
And yes, it’s also a guardian, he’s in the wrong the sea.
It walks with the time, as if it could be possible.