“Noise of silence: I pay with waiting the price of an instant... at the thought of the encounter” A. Mocci, 2009

“Along the street you see on the hedge, red berries laughing in clusters"
G. Pascoli, 1891

“Oh look: a mushroom, and here another one: oh how many mushrooms came out from everywhere as soon as they saw that little rain..." G. Leopardi, 1819

Low glimmers, flavours and mature colours of late summer.

Suggestions of epic catches, glimpsed in some old movie or taken from the pages of Hemingway's novels.

Frenetic shoals in our sea. Azure the Adriatic and azure its fish.

Visions from behind home at dusk in winter. Single-coloured silhouettes of leaves, branches and birds.

Gates, railings, iron portals, peepholes. From a travel along the gulf of Trieste, swirls and scrolls forged in my thoughts.

Vivid memories of a journey to Delft, the magic of blue.

On the mountains, first light of dawn, indefinite silhouettes of snappy animals. Resin scent, crackling pine cones.

Echoes of youthful reading. Travelling without leaving home and fantasizing adventures.

Lovely, harmless, tireless. Our tribute to biodiversity and to our seas.

Our countryside, a thousand pheasants fly around us, proud of their colourful plumage.

Endless seabeds, mysterious creatures with bright colours. More yearning to discover.

Sunny olive groves, blue skies and sonorous cicadas. Reading Neruda.

Long-lasting days, games, excursions and lots of sea. Fancy to quench your thirst.

Moss, drops, a swarm of life that the fern protects. Queen of the woods.

My memories of brightness. Brushes of yellow on the green coast.