There is always something that fascinates me when I see ancient walls with an open window on the sky.

I wonder what that window was for, who looked out from it, what it looked at.

But above all, I like the idea of ​​looking at the sky through a wall. As if, despite the barriers of life, there is always a crack that we can find, an opening, from which we can take air, pass, open our horizons.


Picture by Maura