Today is my day off.
What to do? Simple ... be carefree.
Comfortable shoes, warm coat and want to get lost in the head.
The air smells of damp and sun, a strange mix, tiepedi rays caress my hair and my face.
The beauty of Rome ... a hot sun almost at the end of November.
Light, lots of light. Definitely I like it.
Walk aimlessly for over an hour. Arrival at the iron bridge.
one hand rail, Gazometro the other.
Across the bridge as to get closer to all that metal.
I lean against the railing, looking at him.
It stands out in time crystallized, decadent and sad. The
faded memory of what once was something. A corner
ghost, a lost city for centuries.
The charm, which I'll probably just me, with no branches in my thoughts day and runs his hand to the camera.
I hold my breath a second, shot trying to stop a moment, however fleeting and not go back to my thoughts, my warm day, my loss of time, to my spesieratezza.
Photo: Gazometro Rome