“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.
Alicudi, forget about everything else
Moving on foot and having the feeling of enjoying, exploring and appreciating what surrounds us is a feeling that has now become almost utopian, given the pace of life to which we are inexorably subjected.