Tuesday, September 7, 2010

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Impressions of September

Independence Way, Gaeta. Deciding to cross it is a bit 'take a vacation from the usual and ordinary, a bit' like diving in a tropical aquarium and remain in apnea for a good half hour.
E 'colored via Independence. Colorful and sometimes noisy. Old houses and old stones covered by a renewed vitality of everyday people and stories. Always the same, always different. They are the elderly and their hope to sell four figs in a number of wooden boxes at the corner of the alley, they are young mothers with children after a stranger and just bought the new toy that already do not like most, are the men of the place front of the bar that trace in the dialect's soccer game yesterday, you are vucumprà link and scrutinize your behavior away from trying to anticipate your taste in socks. There is a veil
of religiosity that hangs along the road. One of the niches in the walls with holy imprisoned behind bars and the oaths of adolescents that will emerge in their shirts before chasing the "Cashier" and "Ibrahimovic".
I love this street. The other day I tried to capture some glimpses. But do not you will ever do enough justice.

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