How much a landscape speaks of those who live in it and shape it.
How, the one who administers it, try to make the landscape a mirror of their inner world.
The America of the journey, the one of continuous motion and solemn immobility, the boundless space that flows to the sides of the windows, all still behind everything that moves.
No-where, no-here, were, here, now, the english word contains questions and answers, the pessimism of the elsewhere and the lack of a clear statement of the moment.
Where are the men, we may ask, what kind of look they have, which words do they use, who do they fall in love with, which women lead their steps.