Everything comes from a perimeter, a line in the ground that delimits what will be the house. In this case, nature was the first guest, providing a circular clearing where the building is born, which in each side observes the trees that surround it with the respect of never touching them.
Between the silence of the mountains and the scents of the sea, the quality of the refreshment grows with the enormity of the spaces surrounding the house of beautiful nature.
Villa del Silenzio is a jewel of the west coast hidden from the eyes of the public.
The house is alive when it does not rest on the place where it is located, but sinks its roots there; these same roots reappear on the hill in the form of fruits that protect and enhance the building. Thus the inhabitant surrounded and enveloped by vineyards becomes nature and landscape itself.
The pleasure of opening your eyes every morning under the profile of the King of the Alps, warmed by the fireplace of the house or the sun on the verandah, makes every external sound muffled as if a soft layer of snow isolated the house regardless of the season.
"Truly at that moment it seemed to me that I was somewhere else, that I had reached the destination of my journey. From there I no longer wanted to leave, I had been there hundreds of years before, but I had forgotten it, and now it all came back to me. I found in the square the display of density, of the warmth of life that I feel in myself. While I was there, I was that square. I think I am always that square."
(Elias Canetti, Le voci di Marrakech)