Frigo Camelo

In the center of the city, among cars and heat, a camel fridge walks with love. With giant boots and a slow pace, it has lost its joy, it has lost the moment. How cold in here, it says without a smile. But in the desert there is no more paradise. Milk and butter, now disorganized, continues alone, increasingly tired. For Rome, Paris, Madrid and Milan, everyone says how sad, how desperate. Under the sun, hot and burning, the fridge melts and it continues sad, suffering. Camel fridge, submerged and lost, with its load, goes towards a painful destiny. From Lisbon to Florence, without hope, its road is long, without any reward. And now in London, everything is heavier, with tired eyes, already without being noticed.