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Let's

learn

from

stones.

 

Something

people have

long

forgotten.

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Cover Story 1 En


Let's

learn

from

stones.

 

Something

people have

long

forgotten.

 
 

The wait was over. No one dared crying victory. We quietly stared at our naked plants, at the colors of our vineyard - no longer mixed, surprisingly -, at the waves on our red soil, wondering how its smell would have been. The wait was over and another was just waiting to get started.

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My Soil is my Fate.

Made of Strenght and Ferrous Red.

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My Soil is my Fate.

Made of Strenght and Ferrous Red.

 
The role of the symbol is to offer to perception a key to understand the spiritual world .
— (Plinio Corrêa de Oliveira)
 

 

 

After pulling up our fruits on the truck, we did not have time enough to see a different shade in the sunset, like an actual glow injected into the pink sky. 

 

Dozy in our thoughts, with our eyes full of hope but empty by strain, we did not grasp the glaring light before the roar that burst out dry and fierce, three steps far from us .

 

 
 

I kindly waited for it, and I wondered how many traits it would had, but not how it looked like. I was sure it would have been different even from me. A simple lightning opened a huge, huge box.

Memory, you know, is a place where details live far from the whole. It is the past, the present and the future together, actually.

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You will do what you've always done.

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You will do what you've always done.

 
You must plant some personality to gather some destiny .
— Romano Battaglia
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

I don’t know if it takes sweat and strenght, or simply the fate moves some stones for us, for no apparent reason. Maybe the two things happen at the same time. I don’t know if our destiny is aware of denying our hopes or to make them true.

October, then April, then June. I had hope, then belief, finally self-confidence. My first wine, as written in my destiny, was in its first glass .

Giusi Terribile

 
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Life is Intense, in its Ease.

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Life is Intense, in its Ease.

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- Right. I would lose my memory, |
You know, will we have a feast? |
Well – go and have a sip.
— Jules Massenet (Manon Lescaut)