2050, a farmhouse in the hinterland of Latium in Soriano nel Cimino, in the air the scent of grills, children´s laughter, dogs running.From our rocking chairs we admire the sunset that fires the horizon among the olive and hazelnut trees.Another summer is ending, it seems unbelievable, it has already been 25 years since we scheduled a visit to this...
Yellow convertible Beetle, Bob Marley music, all around us alternating shades of green, yellow and brown of the plowed and cultivated fields while above us the sky is the color...
The patter of horses´ hooves in the white pavement returning after a gallop among the carob trees is the music that kicks off the medieval evening we have organized to...
Sweet are my words in the evening; you are like the burning rain, tepid and fleeting, spring's tearful farewell. On the mulberries, the elms, the vines, and on the pines...