Mastro Zeppetto

He always went around with a busy air, even now, no longer very young, busy with a thousand commitments, always urgent and binding for him. He feared he might not have enough time to do what he liked best. The fact is that he liked a thousand things, indeed, everything. Since I was a child.

It gave the sensation of continually sniffing some usta, and of following it tenaciously to identify its source. He remained, discreet and…