“All is harmony, serenity, sweetness, thoughtful chromatism, the same rows of vineyards, placed with wise abundance, follow in their going the lines of the hill, going down and bending, as the curvature calls; not preeminent, nor more hidden. As would the staves on the music paper designed for the wind to play its arias with endless harmonic variations.”
Veglie Tauriliane, Giuseppe Barbieri