Postcard: Zeus sends you greetings.
At Lido Fiori near the Mouth of the Belice River, in Menfi, we go for a walk. The beach is like paradise, almost deserted. One can hear the songs of the birds, and the muted sound of the waves pushing up against the shore. We are in a nature reserve along Sicily’s southern coastline. On the other side of the sea one can see Carthage. My imagination flows through time without any limitation. I allow sensations that link this location with life to wash over me. The crystal clear waters with a thousand shades of blue and green. The edge of this Mediterranean land decorated by white stones that reflect the sunlight. The warmth of the sun that doesn’t burn thanks to the constant presence of a breeze that cools the air and fills it with its fragrances. After so many words, Zeus finally appears. Calm and scantily clothed he tells me that he often descends on this beach from heaven to relax. Everything is fine. Here, from the Mediterranean, Zeus send you greetings.