E come l’amo il mio cantuccio d’orto, col suo radicchio che convien ch’io tagli via via; che appena morto, ecco è risorto: o primavera! con quel verde d’agli, coi papaveri rossi, la cui testa - suona coi chicchi, simile a sonagli; con le cipolle di cui fo la resta - per San Giovanni; con lo spigo buono, che sa di bianco e rende odor di...
Learn more ->
A STORY OF NATURE, SELF EXPLORATION AND SHARING The garden feeds us, relaxes us, tires us, and makes us think. The garden gives us beauty and oxygen, it tires us, relaxes us, and makes us think.Of course, one is the place of vegetables, the other is the place of flowers, while the fruit is a bit here and a bit there. But they are not...
Learn more ->
You can see from the trains entering the city, in the unlikely spaces between houses and the railway. They appeared during the Second World War out of pure necessity. They have spread in the suburbs, in uncultivated areas and interstices, used as a retirement hobby with nostalgia for the countryside. Today urban gardens have become a “political” subject at the center of urgent issues. They...
Learn more ->
