The cypresses of Bolgheri

In front of San Guido The cypresses that at Bolgheri, tall and straight, go from San Guido in a double row, almost like youthful giants running, leapt towards me and looked at me. They recognised me, and — Welcome back at last — they whispered to me with bowed head — Why don't you come down? Why don't you stay? The evening is fresh and the path is known to you. Oh sit beneath our scented shade where the mistral blows from the sea: we hold no grudge for the stones you threw once: oh they did no harm! We still carry nightingale nests: ah why do you flee so swiftly? The sparrows still weave their evening flights around us. Oh stay here! — — Fair little cypresses, my little cypresses, faithful friends of a better time,........(G. Carducci)

you cannot remain indifferent before this natural temple that accompanies the traveller with memories and sublime sensations; it is true that the journey is already imaginary, but in this place it is beautiful to imagine yourself as a traveller. ventoenuvole