The rural people in a small town in Tuscia (Italy), work their land as they always did; they tend the olive trees, they care for their chickens, their goats, their sheep and for each other.
All small gestures reflect an ancient culture.
The countryside and the town itself are full of ancient mysteries, the vulcanic lake draws the stars close to the beaches so everyone can touch them.
Etruscan souls sleep in the vine yards.
Their songs can be heard at night, when the nightingales sing between the cypress trees.
There is a resonance between this and other worlds.
A memory of eternal ideas persists and keeps the land in it’s embrace. It’s kiss is a sacred seal.
