House in Ispica

We walk through the districts of the Ispica countryside, where blades of grass lie prone to the constant blowing of the sea breeze, laden with swollen dewdrops in which the sun is reflected in the turquoise sky. The old farmhouse immediately evokes the idea of frugality, rusticity and the echo of a distant yet so incredibly familiar era. It is a marvel of absolute calm, in an infinite field, a reality in which one can laugh, joke, cry and love without anyone knowing. In other words, it is a plac...