A strange blue spider that fixes boards and beams on a calm sea in transhumance.
Time capsules that seal breaths and thoughts. Who knows who will discover them and in which worlds.
Flying stone that, like a small planet, vibrates between heaven, earth and sweat.
Calydonius watches over the city on all walls, a promise of abundance, between history and myth.
The tired Hercules from the staircase to the square to watch the beholder.
In the Gallery with all the gold that the eyes can contain.
Neptune drowns his thoughts every night, at dawn he returns to the fountain and to his city.
Among the beech woods in the forest, the image of the warrior appears proud to me.
As icons monks in the window, exvoto, by grace received.
Launched hard, dreams fly high, to the top, where the peaks turn to gold.
The blue of the coasts that expand into the sea from the belly of the land to the red of the heart.
A hearing God among the rocks broken down over time.
Inside the mountain the giant's eyes still burn.
From the hills of wonders, white with a thousand colors.
The bow that shoots the dart, that shoots the crowd.
Stone by stone, a prehistoric balance between man and nature.
Passionate messages that start and come from the same balcony.