Club Retro
The White Bull 🐂 Along Italia’s winding thread, Where olive trees and dreams are bred, A ghost of speed in silence came, The white bull, untamed, without a name. Marble cliffs and cypress bowed, As engine thunder split the cloud, Born of fire and sharp design, A charging myth in modern shine. It waits not long, it speaks in roars, Then vanishes through Tuscan doors— A fleeting glimpse, a whispered thrill, Of legend loosed upon the hill. Nu Wave Art Style 🌊 @clubretroscapes & @retrowaviest 🎨