On the edge of the Swimming Pool..
On the edge of the swimming pool.
Hear the nightingale, the lark, a distant pheasant,
you hear cicadas and crickets.
You hear the wind that blows lightly, a gentle breeze.
Brush strokes of light fade the air
coloring with immense valleys and hills.
All around is life.
On the edge of the swimming pool
the gaze is lost behind ethereal images.
And how it emerged from the past
San Gimignano dressed up in enchantment
with its medieval towers appears.
You hear the light, you hear the silence and graceful butterflies dance ”.
Marzia Mezzedimi, owner