Collection: Vento e Velluto

That wild rose,
woven from heavy velvet,
airy devoré,
and tangled vintage blooms,
clings to life amid the crumbling ruins of Palermo—
yet ever holds its head high,
exuding a fatal fragrance.

Its heady scent drifts with the breeze,
brushing past the Aeolian Isles,
caught just in time by a reaching branch,
lest the sun claim all the glory alone.
Then, with mischief in its breath,
it teases the hem of a light summer skirt,
lingering like a servant at the feet of his queen,
reluctant to depart.

Summer returns once more to Sicily—
chaotic, lavish, bewitchingly generous.
Who, indeed, could resist her?

那株由厚重的天鵝絨、

輕盈的爛花絨及繁雜的復古花紋組成的野玫瑰，

在頹垣敗瓦的巴勒莫中殘喘，

卻又始終高傲地挺著頭顱，

散發著致命的芬芳。

馥郁的香氣又隨著清風掠過埃奧利群島，

幸得枝椏勾住，才不被太陽獨領風騷。

輾轉後又調皮地勾著輕盈的裙擺，

如裙下之臣般流連忘返。

夏日再次臨幸西西里，

極其混亂，卻又極盡美麗與盛情，

又有誰能抵得過她呢？