Someone whose name is Lenin cannot but have a certain unavoidable destiny. How can one ignore the imprinting, the branding that recalls farmers' struggles, the great communist dream that was dashed by the Soviet dictatorship and that also here in Italy, particularly in the Emilia region, remains an unrealized utopia. Therefore, it makes sense that those that bear lightly on their shoulders what, should dedicate their lives to life of the fields. The poetry of things and of the soul, a language which feeds on the vibrations of the damp, fertile, yet sometimes arid earth.