Bronte, son of Uranus and Gea, of the sky and the earth, who brings the characters of one and the other. The cyclops, the blacksmith divine, which in the bowels of the Etna forgia for Zeus the thunder and the flash: power of light. A tender giant, however, that keeps the artemis girl on the legs, lets herself tear a tuft of hair from her chest and promises her as a gift and darts. Balance of strength and sweetness.
Like the fruit that sees shining at sunset, when it overlooks the landscape beyond the slopes of the volcano: the green gold of Sicily, the pistachio. It wants the tradition that the origin of the name, Pistak, is to be found in the sound that emits the yellow shell of the fruit when it hatches, letting the green gem it holds. It is one to reveal, or to let yourself be discovered, in a polyphony of resistance and delicacy.
