VIAGGIO A NAPOLI
From centro storico to centro direzionale. Ponte Rossi burns in the rearview.
Car horns cut the air. Old gods, new gods, colliding in metal. Crowds melt into concrete.
Symbols scratch the walls. Cats with human eyes. Saints with neon halos.
Noise, chaos, devotion.
Where my heads are going —
no map, no mercy, just Napoli breathing through the cracks.