Roma nel giardino estivo [Rome in the summer garden] was born in a dream. It was a peaceful dream, even though, in the realm of my real life, I was angry. Where does magic start, and where does real life begin? I was born in water, but I needed to let go of the thing the woman told me had to die. Maybe an ancestor from a familiar constellation. Healed roots in order to spread the wings and fly. Like a crow, or a fish. Terrified but spellbound.