This is not just a house.
It’s a breath of memory, an embrace of stone and light.
a silent story that tells itself — to those with a heart to hear it.

Is the house of my father, Francesco Giuliano,
a man shaped by hardship and illuminated by love.

Raised under the stern gaze of his own father,
he worked between stone blocks and family duties.
But deep inside, he nurtured a dream: to have a place of his own,
a home that was refuge, promise, and freedom.

Then came my mother, Francesca 
a destiny that brought them together.
But their union was not easy, nor blessed by all.
And so my father chose: love, his path, his home.

That land, that idea, those hands working late into the night… without my mother knowing, this house was born, while my mother was carrying me in her womb.
It was 1975, and that house was already me.
A project designed with a friend who was an architect,
between sketches and dreams, laughter and late nights, joyful barbecues and glasses of wine, amidst Arabic curves and windows facing the sea.
We called it “Fortezza” because it has always been a safe haven,
a stronghold of love, freedom, and true family.

Then, "Azzurra". A name that my wife Rossana who chose it with her heart.
It reminds her of the clear sky, the calm sea, the peace.
It’s the color of the paradise and of relaxation, the very thing you breathe in as soon as you step inside.
And so the full name was born: Fortezza Villa Azzurra.