"ONCE IT WAS SUMMER
Once it was summer,
it was in that fire, in those ardors,
that my imagination awakened.
I now lean towards autumn
with its intoxicating color,
I love the weary season
that has already harvested.
Nothing resembles me more,
nothing consoles me more,
than this air that smells
of must and wine,
of this old October sun
that shines on the vineyards
plundered."
Created by d'Araprì