I have been attracted by the realm of fairies and fairy tales all my life.
Loving is like flying through waves of unlimited possibilities. It's a form of freedom, it has no time and no specific dimension. It opens options where you didn't know there were before, it's about creating.
This is a poem (my translation) by Eugenio Montali, from his collection Ossi di Seppia - 1925
Perhaps one morning, while wandering in a dry air
What is each one of us looking for? Our research is testimony of what we do. And what do we do?
It's November and the mellow sun rays light the world with their soft brightness. A whispering breeze lingers in the air, sparking and bringing a shiver along the spine.
The month of October ends with a very rainy cold Halloween and the spirits of the soul seem tuned into with those of the tombs - silent and listening as the rain falls.
Here we are yet again at the not-so-traditional and rather mad End-of-Summer Panicale event.