LA VOGLIA D'AMARE - FILIPPO SORCINELLI

LA VOGLIA D'AMARE - FILIPPO SORCINELLI

..it's like looking for spaces in a hand
In the doughy squares of red solitude
In the keys of a love changed in the night,
in the stones that soil life,
in this polished asphalt barefoot.
Because the skin has flown away
In a blue smoke
And in a moon that moves a sea
that cries.

When the sun sets and the day's heat gives way to the coolness of the night, the atmosphere fills with an energy tinged with mystery.
The city lights turn on, but adventures and excitement are far from them... we seek them while walking by the sea, where the silhouettes are undefined and we only feel the sea and a few cars in the distance.
Time passes, and the summer night invites us to get lost and let ourselves be carried away, blending into the tar of a recently renovated street nearby.
Everything becomes possible under the moonlight, sitting and watching an undefined landscape that shifts from black to blue.
These are passions for everyone, by everyone, for a minute or an entire night... those that are forever fixed, for the usual sip of memory.