I have a secret place….
And this place has a secret garden….
I don’t remember how I found it….
I think I was driving around with friends….
I go there to pick black figs…
I play the magic chimes with a spoon….
I sit in the stone chair….
I listen to the wind blow through the wooden pipe…
I admire the strange statues…
I breathe in the perfume of the mentuccia….
I won’t tell you where it is…
Just… that it’s somewhere in Umbria….
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