The marble lamp Roma, stems from the memory of my evening walks along the Fori Imperiali.
My stature as a child barely allowed me to peer over the edge of the railings that surround the archaeological sites. Among the black silhouettes of the demolished walls everything was vague and hidden; only the thin shadows of broken pillars convinced me that I had before me the remains of ancient buildings made of bricks and stones. Probably because of those impressions from many years