Is there something better than to see people go forwards and look at the things standing around them and wonder about their beauty? In my opinion is an honour to see how people gaze at the views which pass near them, as narrow frames of a really big world. We are "always in time, but never in lines for dreams" said Spandeau Ballet in their song "True": what did they set out to say? Even if they ran around all the day long we'd always found the way to stop and look at the imagines sorrounding us, it's the own state of art lovers soul; but sometimes can happens we can't put our truly attention to particulars and details and texture and shadows&lights and poetry and etc. of the things. So tip of the day: "... domani uscirò per le strade cercando i colori." From a Cesare Pavese's poem (ENGLISH TRANSLATION: "...tomorrow I'll set off and go along the streets searching for colors."). Good morning world, good morning art gazing people! Eunice
