Romolo for us is simply RO.
After a storm, you feel the water flowing into the pipes and you wonder where it is going.
You can get into Romolo’s head, but do not look for “where”. Simply continue.
He combines mathematics with an idea of beauty that goes beyond matter, playing with the ideal.
Romolo savors the ideals, and he swallows them.
Between dream and reality there exists an ethereal limbo, where the impossible, for him, is nothing but the umpteenth bluff. Do try a bike to believe it.