It was the nightly passage of three souls.

Departure certain, return I do not know; but I saw them and my heart with a dull thump silenced any questions I had for them.

What colour are souls? What light passes through them without making them die?

Unnecessary painterly questions; every answer is written at the end of the journey and if you want to know it, leave with them.

Giampaolo Talani, 2017