radice del plesso solare

The land of Salento spiders stories and forged under the hammer of the sun, where every living creature learns the cosmic dance of the tarantella.

Under ancestral forces and wherever the sound bodies to writhe in convulsions from the rhythmic tambourine .. 's summer shows landscapes full of light, the sites are lost in the deep and wild area.

The shaman hope to train with his Ayurvedic stick, leading the swarm of people to new destinations, to where the land ends and the sea begins.

Our sea, ruffled by the wind that blows in Salento us the stories of our ancestors, people are proud to have defended our traditions with dignity ....!!!

Turks, Saracens, Arabs, Spaniards, Vikings and conquistadores always tried to conquer, but never took root in all of our lady ... but we have been able to dip into the parched earth in blood and wine.

Sweet wine in the mouth but bitter to the farmer in shaping the earth under the heavy blows of the scythe.

. The Salento is a letter thrown to the ground.