Italy and mainly Sicily are full of ghost towns. So to say they are rich with abandoned towns. The "ghost towns" are the shells of a past suspended between tradition and modernity, and even more, between the dream of development and the actual oblivion. Buildings with broken windows are like blind eyes, which are looking on the unreality of both worlds: the dream and the forgetfulness. Empty boxes? Or maybe voices, sounds, singing? Legends which are still living in the smiles of some old people. The folded chasing of each other’s hands in the womb of a mother are tending to you in greeting, welcoming you. The power of oblivion is to take away the corruption from the images of the past, to create poetry.