A sleeping wreck, in the crystalline waters of Greece, following an exploration is shaken and finally awakened by the deep sleep.
On the destroyed walls, on the trimmed and collapsed columns, with time has gently descended a whole hill, defending with the pity of pines the stones saved by the fury of men.
What is your talent? – I build big castles in the air. – And then? – I plug the ears for not hearing the noise they make collapsing.
An entertainment town, a small Las Vegas in the Brianza Mountains, an eccentric count and a tragic event of the nature. These destinies are intertwined to create what is today Consonno, the ghost town.
This land until 1923 was deserted and malarial, with a twenty-year-old opera. prof. Alberto Graziani, hygienist in Padua, who reclaimed and redense it, transmitting the fruit of his fruitful work to the daughters of Maddalena of Canossa in 1941.
In the countryside of Camposanto, the legend tells of a house of death where, anyone who set foot, is struck by the curse of the reaper.
Two other huge blocks of cement rise up in the city of Montegrotto. Looking at the horizon, they question why the little beings of skin and bones no longer inhabit their cavities…
Camps everywhere, Exterminated fields that never end, Which sparkle with the florid of dawn, And they switch off with the death of the sun.
I walked in a desert. And I cried, “Ah, God, take me from this place!” A voice said, “it is not desert”. I cried, well, but…. The sand, the heat, the vacant horizon.” A voice said, “it is no desert”.
Have you ever dreamt about of a remote place? A house where you could escape the city and dive into the tranquil surroundings? Perhaps you are looking for a stone house in the middle of ocean?…
