“Nap”, as deeply falling asleep for a little time, in a casual way. The kind of sleep from which one awakens with a hand that drops down from the mattress to the floor, and with the blanket tangled around the body.

The slightly gloomy atmosphere suggested by “The Evening” by C. Kavafis, tells us of a presence not close to us anymore. All that troubles our thoughts for a while, until we come out to the balcony to watch the movement of our beloved city, which eases the flow of our mind.