There are projects born from knowledge,
there are projects born from ideas,
there are projects born from wonder.
I have experienced wonder from the very first moment and
Tarthesh has offered me a divine portion of it
in tones, colours, harmony, and daring.
Parking, I heard the sound of pebbles,
and breathed in the dust. I thought: the usual place,
I will have to adapt to a familiar knowledge.
Then, entering Tarthesh, a touch of magic
catches you by surprise and immerses you in silence.
Rows of columns in the form of black and white pillars,
carpets, tapestries, oversized vases, traces of the ancient.
A young man named Ettore, or perhaps “Ettorre”,
with a calm voice, measured gestures and
equally measured pauses. Even the thick sideburns
are discreet and reserved; his bearing is Achaean
and so is his wit. Where am I, and why
have I ended up in this place of time?
And Ettore: “Tarthesh is a land with veins of silver
we are here, to guard its memory, and its breath.”
the memory goes to the obsidian of Cossyra, the simplicity
of lines, the sounds of silence, the force of the wind.
The lights of dawn are those of the advancing night,
advancing with its allure and its heartbeat.
And suddenly I glimpse the agora of the mystery of words.
I will walk alongside Tisia and Corace and the old Gorgia.
Now I know why I am here, among veins of silver
and moonlit smiles. And I will not be an unprepared guest.
From philosophy to feasibility
GUESTS, the measure and the dimension
DIRECTION, the idea and the dream
COSTUME, the values and the patience
KITCHEN, the tradition and the continuity
ARTS AND CRAFTS, the hand and the mind
LANDSCAPE, the sea and the land
SCENTS, from myrtle to myrtle
SPECTACLE, nature and enchantment
SAUNA, the invigorating and the relaxation
FILM, the memory and the present
THE FAMILY, hospitality and rigour
Here we are… TARTHESH
