Chez Bertacco, Milano.

About to be out the door en route to Sasso. Not sure if I'll be able to post from there.

Some things happen naturally, some others die crushed by their own weight. So, the best is to keep going, let go and move on.

For breakfast yesterday:

The flaming sword of Benevolence flung a searing caress my way,

Breaking the layers of espresso stained air squirrel eyes come shining through,

Sitting in the cradle of an ancient empire I look west and see Her.

A child’s intuition, a man’s prayer: “I have crossed oceans of time to find you”.