The earth opened, and as if it were a fiery mouth it began to regurgitate all its fury.
Within those walls echoed faint voices and scores buried by dust and time.
A fusion of Art Nouveau, Neo-Gothic, Eclectic and Neo-Renaissance styles, a villa more reminiscent of a Masonic place of worship than a residential building.
A deconsecrated and abandoned church in the heart of the Apennines, surrounded by a halo of mysticism and magic.
Strange creatures wake up at night, crawling in the dark and turning their pleading eyes to the sky.
The mountain between alienation, abandonment and depopulation…
A treasure trove of art, traditions, textile craftsmanship and popular faith, and a testimony to this country town’s privileged link with Venice.
Tears enveloped the tender face of the bride in white as she abandoned the altar of roses and her pile of robes to the ravages of time.
The past forcefully surviving in the present.
The emptiness and desolation that only an earthquake can bring…