Attesa

Waiting - We wait for the birth as we wait for a tram that doesn't arrive, than it comes, opens its doors, closes them and go away.
The womb is an universal space, it's everywhere but it's nowhere. The womb becomes the street, the city where we live, where we move. Commutings made when we were in womb, that we don't even remember, become, in the actual life, commutings that we makes step by step and bring us to distant cities. So we start our life being kings of our womb's world and we finally find ourself being always strangers in a strange land. So each person spends life searching for that original place, moving continuously, but never finds it because no land is "our land" but each land owns something of that original place. And each street is just a moment of waiting and transition where we try to trace that ideal place. Till the next stop.