I think Nino Costa was the one who taught me the meaning of…observing.

A farmer with a contagious smile and hands that tell you so many stories without even speaking. The true essence of the land where everything begins, the fair look of someone who knows the answers can be found in the past, a sweet face marked by the years spent in the fields learning first to interpret and respect nature, then to pass on the secrets.

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
(William Shakespeare)