Autunno – To Autumn

<English version here>

Svegliarsi alla mattina e sentire l’aria fresca mentre ci si toglie il lenzuolo di dosso.

Il chiacchiericcio fitto degli adolescenti che fanno capannello davanti alle porte
dei licei.

Le maniche che si allungano progressivamente, a coprire quanto resta dell’abbronzatura sulle braccia.

Una cicala solitaria, dura a morire, canta solo nelle prime ore del pomeriggio.

Il giallo che si insinua nel paesaggio.

La luna chiede più spazio al sole, la notte al giorno.

La natura è saggia: sa che un po’ deve morire per poter rinascere più forte.

Autumn Background

Wake up in the morning and feel the fresh air while you move the bed sheet away.

The dense chatter of teenagers who crowd in before the highschools’ doors.

The sleeves that lengthen gradually to cover the remains of tanning on the arms.

A die hard, lonely cicada only sings in the early afternoon.

The yellow meanders through the landscape.

The moon asks the sun for more space and the same does the night to the day.

Nature is wise: she knows she must die a little to be reborn stronger.

The Photo Challenge #18 – Frame

Since I already told you about my obsession with photographing things through slits and narrow frames I decided I would try a different take on this challenge.

This picture was taken during a peaceful stroll along the Lago di Mezzo lakefront, in Mantua. The one thing that really captured my attention was the crooked tree;
it seemed like it wanted to dive in the lake or stand out from the crowd of all the other trees. Anyway, its leafy branches were the perfect frame to the other side of the lake.
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