“Salina Jazz Festival”: music on the island.
The song of the notes and the sea
Lipari. In the beginning, between sea and wind
Thus began this journey, between sea and wind.
Salina. On the lips of the heart, beyond the tide
On the shores of a place little known to most, so darned unchanged by time as to be one of a kind.
Stromboli, the trail of fire
A black cone birthed from the waters of the sea, breathing fire and lava. So it seems when seen from a distance in its entirety.
Vulcan, the season of being
Island life in its purest form. This is what happens in the beautiful Aeolian setting, when the chatter of tourists gives way to the sound of the wind