Above the roofs

I live on the third and top floor of an old building in the Historic Center of my city and from the first time I entered it, I felt the privilege of a unique view. From the apartment’s windows, I see the roofs of the other houses. I seem to have gone up to the “upper floors”, as they say!

Now, I didn’t think that from up here I could enjoy such a varied panorama, but I was wrong.

If I look closely, between one roof and another, the top of a tree appears and on the balconies of the houses, there are vases full of white and purple primroses, which soften those brick-colored tiles.

A cat walks from one roof to the other and keeps me in suspense every time it takes a leap forward on its way. While a seagull laughs heartily day and night. It’s so happy to live in the city that, by dint of eating, it has become so big that it doesn’t want to go back to the sea.

Then, as evening falls… the show becomes even more interesting. The open windows turn yellow and the shadows begin to play.

I’m fascinated by what I see playing, a slender figure, right there in the northwest, who with his violin dominates every other slightest noise. In that instant unusual magic happens, all the inhabitants stop in silence to listen.

Sweet notes are profuse in the air, to remind you that there is a time to do and one to rest.

How much wonder can be admired from such a high point, where the perspective on things changes and everything takes on a more celestial dimension.

Maybe this is heaven! If you want to get there too: the second star on the right… no sorry, that’s another destination! So: the third floor in the center without a lift, always straight… this is the way.