When the noise is imposed around, there are moments of solitude that come as an escape from the rush. Moments of solitude. It is a fine solitude, a wished one, very rarely transitted, very rarely enjoyed. At the same time, more and more pursued. Same as one more routine, I incorporate these solo moments to my shadow, my waitings and my transits, to enjoy them when present and long for them when going away

In this solitude we are born, we mature, we die.

In this solitude we dream, we remember.

From this solitude we'll be remembered, we'll be dreamt

O solitude, my sweetest choice!

Places devoted to the night,

remote from tumult and from noise,

how ye my restless thoughts delight!