Sep 1, 2023
Sicily, wild windy land with no mercy, made of fire and sun and stone and roots, you're a book full of poems. You're a jungle and a desert at the same time. You're old, harsh and full of thorns, but also as lush as the gardens you jealously hide behind every corner and as sweet as the figs and mulberries that grow on the side of your dusty roads. It takes courage to get to know you, and patience. But you're a wise teacher who doesn't forget the fearless ones who make it beneath your hard shell.
