Three farmhouses leaning on a cliff, watching over an old olive tree grove, on the first slopes of the Aspromonte. It's the "Rocca del Vento" ("Rock of the Wind"), centuries old hamlet, at the doors of San Pantaleo.

Three farmhouses restored using the simple materials of the place, the traditional ones: stone, wood, lime, hand made roof tiles.

A family of buzzards in perpetual fly from Mount Serro, protruding like the deck of an aircraft carrier on the infinite arc of the sea, shining at Midday.

The badger, the fox and the owl that guard the night, while the Sicilian coast's lights shine from Taormina to Siracusa.

Above, at night, the grim scowling of a barn owl from the deep of an old oak, when the wind plunges from the mountain of Peripoli and of Roccaforte.

The rest is silence. And chirping of cicadas, when it's season. And burning olive wood, in winter, when "capocolli" (air cured pork meat), "soppressate" (salami), and the pancette (bacon) are hung to be smoked.

In front of you, on an infinite arc, the spectacle of the Jonio Sea and of Mount Etna, a volcano that taints the night of red, and the ships steering near the coast before they engage the Stretto di Messina.

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