PIOGGIA MODERATA - FILIPPO SORCINELLI CANDLE parmi des champs de roses

parmi des champs de roses fraichement écloses et brassées par les vents marins

like its predecessors

an unforgettable excursion and an extraordinary experience immersing you in the heart of the Orient at the height of its zenith and golden age

un plaisir hier

the bitter orange and sweet orange from the Mediterranean coast of Spain remind us of the splendor and elegance of the Queen of Castile

PIOGGIA MODERATA - FILIPPO SORCINELLI CANDLE parmi des champs de rosesMODERATA It is the nostalgia of walking through Milan while your own steps paint your emotions on the wet road. In the mountain of solitude, a gray cloud tells me that I am in someone's hand. And it guides me by the hand where lives are torn apart. Each line of my poems stands side by side, intact. Untouchable. And the world is lost. With the falling drops, I do not mark time, I am just far from life. And I merge into the dramatic sound of emotions.