Casa Majore gallery

THE SICILIAN SPRING BEGINS IN JANUARY, AND ACCUMULATES INTO A KINGLY BOUQUET, A WIZARD'S GARDEN WHERE ALL THINGS HAVE BLOOMED; THE MINT BUDS ON THE BANK OF THE STREAM; DEAD TREES ARE COVERED IN WILD CLIMBING ROSES; EVEN THE BRUTAL CACTUS HAVE TENDER FLOWERS. THE ARRIVAL OF WINTER DOES NOT SCARE ME: WHAT BETTER THAN TO SIT IN FRONT OF A FIRE WAITING FOR SPRING.

TRUMAN CAPOTE