Il Bello

“The Italian man. It seems that I see them walking in the summer afternoons of the eternal city. They feel in the stratosphere of their aesthetic world, a contagious oxygen full of shapes and colors that are in each breath and that makes us feel like living inside a painting, within the work itself.”

I watched them pass by while having a coffee, with an almost absurd preoccupation to look good and with love in every corner of their lips, intense, convincing. I met them and I admired their fine and delicate aesthetics … in Sicily I lived their unrestricted, lasting, loyal and sincere friendship …Italia, la bella Italia!