A magical summer night

PITTIESISI Status Symbols are jewels as large and light as butterflies. You run pushed by the wind chased by swarms of glitter. My old Nikon take long time to shoot. I steal all the moonlight and draw the long paths of your path. I get entangled in the thin web made by the reflections of your earrings, by the glow of the  rings trace in your hair. I play with the fire of “symbols”, the caresses slide on your skin and I write stories of hearts. It’s a magical summer night, tomorrow there will be stars, moons, flowers…