The garden at night

I get out to see, how is the sea? Birds wakes us up in the morning. Nocturnal birds while we are sleeping. My father watering the garden, Mario the gardener, makes it an eden. Moonlight, drunk night. The green, isn’t always evergreen. Weather is hot but Emi won’t wear any hat. Im gonna sell this house, my father says, but I reply no way.

Some rhymes which want to blend within some photos that i took in my garden in my hometown, a personal macrocosm, a place where i happily get lost. Sicily August 2019.

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