The nights in Palermo are not glittering neon. The few lights that illuminate the old town can not make it shine as a modern metropolis. The lights here are not the protagonists, can barely fight the dark buildings. They are fireflies, which show slow shadows of beggars and youth group, but also fast shadows, impalpable, that pass you suddenly quiet and safe. Shadows that can break the indolence of an evening. It affects a lot of vitality in a city that had immobility social, political and cultural his status. Among the dark alleys and main roads, which cut through the center with the shape of a cross, we find a tribe that has decided to travel standing between earth and heaven. Arrive preceded by a noise, are those of the in-line skates, who chose the old Palermo as a scenario where to set their deeds. (Gianfranco Coppola)
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