PREFACE   by Christian Roccati

Right now, I am a reader: I take Polar Lights and, after being fascinated by its cover, I open it. A cold wind from the North blows on me: at first, it seems to me to be an authentic breeze that reminds me of the colourful candles burning through lodge windows on Christmas night; then the air becomes stronger and deeper. It is a powerful and ancestral energy that speaks to me now and brings me back to a wild and indomitable nature that does not want to keep quiet…