“Two dense, humming rainbows, their curves disappearing into the still whitish sky between dawn and day. Jets and clouds of vapor and, in height, these two bursts are replicated, twice four bands of neon, blue echoes red, orange, yellow: filters floating colors in the day to come. Water ripples, sand, hills, islands, clouds. Lands of oceans and open skies. Gestures and complaints, hands like voices that call the spirit to travel far. sail. Sea of ​​green and blue twists and the South meets the South while spinning: “che catz' di bellezza, che catz'! Vulcani! Vulcani!” Sandra Reid.