Article by: Marco De Bartolomeo
Translation by: Maria Elisa Catalano
A quiet clearing in the mountais, the tinkling of cowbells, a shepherd playing the violin near the flock. It might seem to be an idyll, a fiction, a delicate literary landscape like the one that we find in Virgilio’s Bucoliche, or from Tasso’s Aminta; but here, the mountains are in Veneto, the sheep are called by their names and the shepherd is actually a girl who has preferred pastoralism to the passion for music.