Po countryside, it’s night.
Darkness envelops everything.
Lonely street lights emerge at road junctions and leave a patch of light on the asphalt, like a projector that illuminates the scene of a stage where, in the darkness of the theater, the illuminated scene seems to float, without connection with the surroundings.
Po countryside, it’s night.
A few passing cars illuminate a scene that changes continuously.
Everything around is dark, the headlights point from time to t ...