19/09/2008

My boots are nervous, my spade calls, my dog barks ……. sun, air, wind, rain push me to go ….. trees, ground, grass, stones are waiting for me: time to go hunting truffles is coming.
Who knows if white delicious truffle is ready and take me for an immersion in its perfume?
Surely it will hides its skin, its pulp, its meat ….. but nose, spade, spirit are strong and will discover its shelter!
Nature will give me it best fruit, fruit of the Caesars, the treasure of the trees.
I will extract it as doctor give life to a newborn, with respect, gratitude, love.
I hope to have a cymbal to its level, for receive the King Truffle.
I AM READY!! MY DOG MORE OF ME!! TREMBLE …… WE ARE COMING TO YOU!!

Signed: PAOLO and FILU’