The house
Here we were happy children.
A important house that has welcomed a century of history and stories in a plot of colorful and precious life like the threads that the women of this family have used to embroider and sew.
Point after point, we were fascinated by the relationships that filled these rooms daily.
Phrases timidly whispered at the test of the dress hinted at an unexpected intimacy, the sparkling eyes in front of a wonderful embroidery and how many thunderous laughs typical of complicity between women, but which could turn into exhausting discussions based on spurious and useless principles.
And so weft and warp rhythmed the coming and going of this humanity, because in this house one was welcomed, always.