Ars longa vita brevis.

By t’day, Fools Month is over and I’ll take a break. From now on you can find me on meadows and in woods, prancing about with Maenards and Satyrs in moonlit streams and holy Italian groves or in the crepuscular twilight of ruins with a fiasco of wine at my side and a book of verse in hand…my best wishes go out to all of you, in-dividually!