My friend Gianluca Cecere, an excellent photographer, gave me a photograph of Naples such a beauty that I see it moved. In a release, that freezes a moment, behind which, however, there are the expectations of a life spent watching and waiting for the right light, Gianluca knew, knowing me well, portraying the city 'that I grew up, my house and the refuge of my heart.In the photo, lights and shadows and flights of birds that might escape the casual eye, I have found intact the certainty that when I arrived in New York, have arrived starting from the beauty. A beauty "secret", however, often difficult to see behind the heaps of rubbish or the sadness of alleys that seem painful, regardless of time, be equal in their exhausting immutability.
