She was sitting among the others but she was also lost in her own world. Someway shy or not really prepared to see all those people taking pictures. Not possible not to notice her, because of this. This shot has been taken moments before another one where she raises her head and face my eyes. Still remember how I lowered my camera in respect, smiled searching for a contact and mocked some permission to her to get other pictures. We gaze to each other some seconds, no words to help us talking but the eyes.
A general blog, but still personal. The name as a tribute (my tiny, personal one) to the Crimson King. No specific matter, no specific path or target to be followed or reached. A space where to collect events, ideas, perspectives coming from the world around, but still under my own control.