Sooner or later everyone find himself on a belvedere. You arrive, you look out, you feel

amazed or scared, you find yourself waiting for something, a moment where you treat

yourself and observe the world around without worries. Waiting for something to happen,

fragments of a lost exoticism remain as the wait is open to the new, the unexpected,

the elsewhere. The ability to create illusions contains the poetic meaning of

belvedere.