“If I could open the clouds as one opens a drawer, who knows what I would find inside: love letters written by angels or secret alphabets or perhaps the dreams of the wind.” (Fabrizio Caramagna)

Love goes beyond the earthly dimension; it is immaterial. It touches our existences like a light breeze that leaves inside impalpable and indescribable, yet overwhelming sensations. If words struggle to express the feeling, the perception is that of floating and immersing oneself in a pool full of soft and welcoming clouds. One’s safe place in the world, colored by the pink rays of the setting sun.