I remember the scents. And the roses… lots of roses. The two Olea Fragrans trees in front of the house – centuries old guardians facing the lake and enduring its winds.

The scent of flowers and the essences that inhabit this garden, so secret and special, blend with the smell of the water that laps against it.

Luce means light. But there’s also soothing shadow. Time flows while colors around me change every hour.