This is my first blog in English so I apologize myself for all the mistakes I will do. My name is Michelangelo Rossi, I’m Italian and, as you can easily read, this blog speaks about leaves: my golden leaves.

Don’t worried, I’m not a fan of biology or something like that, so my leaves are metaphoric leaves. I live near to the sea and I walk across a road into a pinewood to reach the sea. There are a lot of people during the summer. All the people want to go to the sea and they do not see the trees; they have no time. I love that road and all the time I go there I watch the leaves on me. In the morning they are green, sometimes yellow; in autumn they are red, darker. Once I walked to the road at 12.00, in June. The road was empty. The sun was really strong but the air was remained warm for the presence of the trees’ shadows. That time I watch the trees and I saw the leaves, the golden leaves.

This blog speaks about my golden leaves; this blog speaks about my personal vein of life.