On the bridge parapet sits a girl who reads
against a misplaced blue-lagoon background
while the Oltrarno and the Historic Center swap
tourists turned hostages of their own accord.
Here you won't find the pages of a pedantic journal, praises to fantastic places or accounts of memorable encounters. This is a collection of stories, thoughts, images, and most of all odd stuff, even though to someone else it might actually look ordinary. To discern its bizarre side, in fact, special filters are needed: cynicism, fussiness, stubbornness, isolation, impudence, nosiness and nerdiness. All flaws that, in different measure, this semi-nomadic being has got embedded in his genes.
against a misplaced blue-lagoon background
while the Oltrarno and the Historic Center swap
tourists turned hostages of their own accord.