There is a fairy tale that describes the historic garden of Il Villino as a magic place
…Behind the rusty gate of the uninhabited house,
In the intense greenery of plants,
Every day the birds of the country met
for a noisy exchange of ideas.
So it happened that the acutities of the different species
would be fond with sunlight in the red sunsets.
A colorful music that penetrated even the thick branches of cypresses.