23 07 2017
Alice and Giorgio met in a bar, the sign reads Bar Cuore.
I see a dragonfly on the ground, I bend down, pick it up, put it in my backpack. All day I wonder if it will end up in dust; at night I come home, open the backpack and find it intact.
We walk in the tall grass until we reach a dense tangle of plants, they got married there.
Grandparents seem to belong to the English countryside, she adjust the brim on his head, he the flower on her ear.
The heat transforms the fabrics into transparent veils, on the back of a man appears the silhouette of a tattoo.