It is 1970, the romantic ruin goes for little or nothing and the deal is completed. Just before Christmas of the same year “el dotòr,” as they called him around here, crudely anticipating the honorary degree of '86, begins to stay in the “house of the fairies” after making it habitable.
We are in Salgareda and “The house of the fairies,” with its pink painted walls, green shutters, and heather plants on the windowsills, has been the refuge of Goffredo Parise, from the '70s to 1983.
The writer, screenwriter, and poet from Vicenza retreated to this little corner of peace to compose his famous and precious Sillabari, a true masterpiece.
Today the house is private, purchased by Moreno Vidotto and his friend Enzo Lorenzon; however, the new owners have decided to keep it open to allow us to still breathe the atmosphere of the times when Parise sat by the fireplace, among his books and his studies on signs and feelings.
Everything, at his precise request, has remained as he left it. Everything intact: from the bench and the table under the mulberry tree in the garden, to the bedroom, to the typewriter with his library featuring the works of Moravia and Svevo, to the window behind which he sheltered to seek inspiration.
