those years…from like 13 to 15, where you think you know it all, and you’re completely fearless, careless and mobility is the eruption that fuels descriptive desires, that should probably be suppressed, but only grow like the adrenaline which races through one’s veins. this picture which i adore so much…is through the eyes of a friend of mine…a youthful beauty, in her early teens with the mental maturity of a ragazza in her late teens. a dated soul which sees more than what is. an expressive light i wish i possessed at her age. i see what she sees and i wonder, what will she see in five years? la bella ragazza, margherita silvestro.