Angelo Scaroni VINI | Fuoco
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About This Project


An evening that has the flavour of returning home, in front of the crackling fire.

Gazing, lost, into the sparks, celebrating Prometheus and his courage. The passion of doing the right thing without fear.

While thoughts become volatile, weightless, my eyes are magnetically attracted to the light of the flames. In that brilliant blaze there is everything.

The infinite fire that animates the sun, after all, gives us life every morning. Fire is life.

Most probably, every time we linger in front of a burning fire, we express an almost religious gratitude without even knowing it.

Because that’s how it is, from the spark to the lightning bolt, the flame releases the energy that everything has inside itself.

And I, tonight, let the fire turn on the light inside of me.