There has been a time dedicated to parties and toys, a time when the air knew of icing sugar, turning them of marzipan, lemons and candied cedars. A time when the festive air seemed to have amazed every thought leaving room only for joy and cheerful laughter ... I want a Girotondo, of a world map that starts me for distant lands, intriguing for their mystery, redundant with aromas spiced and greedy.