Torre di guardia dimenticata...mentre passa il tempo.
Forgotten watchtower...as time goes by.
In many ways I feel like this. Lonely, neglected and waiting for something. Little things happen like big waves smashing on its stones…yet it’s not what I want. The stone is careless of the sea but the side facing land has crumbled and sadly filled with shit.
It’s time to clear up and find other stones, build the broken wall, the horizon and the sea never knocked the watchtower down….