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A peaceful Sicily looms up on the night. Sicily cannot be understood with pattern of thoughts, cannot be admired at a glance. Every single sense is involved: harsh lights and myrtle scent, citruses taste and ancestral sounds, striking contrasts and dream sea, genuine women and white limed corners. Stefano Zambuto has Sicily in his blood as a precious heritage; that makes him able to get in touch wirth the island wild reality, just changed a few from the dawn of creation. The author offers an unusual view, far away from stereotypes: a sleeping Taormina enjoying the night breeze. Afternoon warm, colorful people getting around, the sound of voices offer room to soul silence, to moon pale light "dressing" a rude nature, whereas architecture tells about long dominations: nature rythms and buildings match one to the other smoothly. I think a bit of Sicily lives inside all of us, in a dream dimension. Hard opening our eyes again over reality.
Marco Cavina
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