Workshops , Italy, Reggio di Calabria, 22 July 2006
The magic of the Calabrian countryside, particularly for Ionic, and the silence only shocked by the sound of the wind in the leaves of olive trees, the scent of the grass dry and away from the background that frames the sea.
Are quiet and free from the time when the Greek settlers arriving from the sea, captured, or rather, when they were conquered.
It's absolutely mystical experience to breathe the fresh air of these hills that blends with the breeze laden with salt from the sea, or look up towards the sky cobalt, and in the evening of September is tinged with colors ranging from purple to pink, and yet remain silent, at any time of day between olive and orange trees watching the distant sea, sure of a contemplative silence that inevitably will win.
Are quiet and free from the time when the Greek settlers arriving from the sea, captured, or rather, when they were conquered.
It's absolutely mystical experience to breathe the fresh air of these hills that blends with the breeze laden with salt from the sea, or look up towards the sky cobalt, and in the evening of September is tinged with colors ranging from purple to pink, and yet remain silent, at any time of day between olive and orange trees watching the distant sea, sure of a contemplative silence that inevitably will win.
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