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In Albinea, to be precise, a long way from certain noises and smells that muffle you until you can no longer hear them.<\/p>\r\n<p>And yet you have to step back, every now and then, to notice it again.<\/p>\r\n<p>Meanwhile I see the stars again. So many only once, when I was 16, when the guy I liked took me on his wispy, shaky Ciao up to the highest hill in Florence to explain the Ptolemaic constellations to me. I was without my glasses, however, and could only see a leaden black cape. I still threw my arm upwards pointing at random stars with a fair amount of bravado: <em>\u201cThis one what's her name? And that one over there?\u201d<\/em>. <\/p>\r\n<p>Tonight, on the contrary, with my finger-thick lenses on my nose, I recognise those thousand fragments of light. I seem to have fallen between the lines of a Burnett book. I'm counting on meeting a rabbit in a bowtie with a moustache who tells me his business or maybe a toad who promises brilliant company, but only after a passionate kiss on the nose. Apparently there is a winged deer that if you close your eyes and think hard about it will take you to Reggio in the saddle to eat passatelli in broth. A gentleman with vermilion-red cheeks swore this to me this morning at the service station while I was getting gas.<\/p>\r\n\r\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"768\" height=\"1024\" class=\"wp-image-150681\" src=\"https:\/\/www.ilborgodelbalsamico.it\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/07\/image_6483441-3-768x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.ilborgodelbalsamico.it\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/07\/image_6483441-3-768x1024.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.ilborgodelbalsamico.it\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/07\/image_6483441-3-600x800.jpg 600w, https:\/\/www.ilborgodelbalsamico.it\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/07\/image_6483441-3-450x600.jpg 450w, https:\/\/www.ilborgodelbalsamico.it\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/07\/image_6483441-3-1152x1536.jpg 1152w, https:\/\/www.ilborgodelbalsamico.it\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/07\/image_6483441-3.jpg 960w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 768px) 100vw, 768px\" \/><\/figure>\r\n\r\n<p>I want to put my nose inside the pergola of old roses now. Here they have as many as the stars above my head. I ask for a lantern from the landlady, a dark-haired girl with a frank smile that smells so much like here. Her name is Cristina, and she carries a candle in her hand with her palm outstretched to protect the flame from the shifting air as she walks quickly towards me. She shows me the way to the garden. She tells me that each flower has its own story, a memory that has grown in the opportunity given by that strip of land fertile with scents and colours.<\/p>\r\n<p>The light in some rooms is still on. The moonlight beats on the petals and creates a delicate and powerful poetry. I am reminded of my grandmother who used to say: <strong>'Without bread yes, without roses never'<\/strong>.<\/p>\r\n<p>It has become even more night. I climb the stone stairs and hurl myself at the bed. It is soft and fresh, it smells of cedar like the shelf next to it.<\/p>\r\n\r\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"768\" height=\"1024\" class=\"wp-image-150686\" src=\"https:\/\/www.ilborgodelbalsamico.it\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/07\/image_6483441-768x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.ilborgodelbalsamico.it\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/07\/image_6483441-768x1024.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.ilborgodelbalsamico.it\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/07\/image_6483441-600x800.jpg 600w, https:\/\/www.ilborgodelbalsamico.it\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/07\/image_6483441-450x600.jpg 450w, https:\/\/www.ilborgodelbalsamico.it\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/07\/image_6483441-1152x1536.jpg 1152w, https:\/\/www.ilborgodelbalsamico.it\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/07\/image_6483441.jpg 960w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 768px) 100vw, 768px\" \/><\/figure>\r\n\r\n<p>Between the cushions, Berta with the blue eyes, the Hungarian doll Cristina's father brought her back from a trip. <strong>Gertrude Jekyll<\/strong> is instead the name of the room. 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