Trapped soul by osvaldomirante

I was walking at the tram stop station EPFL, in Lausanne, going back home. This building is a new one, colourful, connected to a bridge allowing people crossing the street, and protecting their life… but what happens when you see no one walking on the bridge, but only its reflection in the glassed window of the building nearby… The eye is the mirror of our own soul… via 500px http://j.mp/1gl2fTe