Sogni d'autunno tra vigneti e uva

October. The autumn, the falling leaves, the vineyards and grapes. Light and nature changing, and with them, perhaps, we change too.

Autumn and its thoughts, heated and lit by a warm sun that still smells of the sea and summer. A poetry of colors. Green and blue that blend with orange accents and overlook the infinite from a hill. On tiptoe, almost hovering, to see what's beyond those lives.

Desires and dreams that hover on white clouds, like the magic of a Viennese waltz. And when the music will stop, and people will leave, we'll be there again. On that muffled cloud of smiles, brought by a sweet memory.

Sognavo l'Africa

L'Africa è il luogo dove, quando la sera il sole tramonta e l'aria si fa fresca e si riempie di strani suoni, puoi socchiudere gli occhi e sorridere in pace, come chi è finalmente tornato a casa.