




Year: 2018
The taste of a place not yet fully anthropized.
Ogliastra is an area still partly unknown in Sardinia where land and sea coexist. A red, wild, clay soil with the scent of oleander and the taste of sun. A sun that warms the plants, the vegetation.
There is the sound of cicadas in a naked forest with cork trunks. Young men and women diving into a deep sea.