Return

It's a pure joy to return! To Italy, to our beautiful village Bionzo, to our beloved vineyard, to be able to greet our neighbours in distance, to take care of the wines in the cellar, to be impressed by the flow of ordinary but never boring moments. The churchbell, the birds, the wind, the bees all sounds like music in my ears. Even the un-cut grasses seems so friendly in my eyes. The children certainly had much fun in their plentiful plays with plants and insects. Everything seemed having waited patiently to rejoice with us.


The departure was a beginning of a return, to the home we missed... the limitation lifted us to another level of freedom, to the beauty of the ordinary things...


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