There are garments that are history, life, identity. They preserve the soul of those who have fought for their land.

Bono is a land of courage, pride, and dignity. The same dignity reflected in posture, visible in the seams and embroidery, and breathed in the air heavy with memory.

There is something profound in those who inhabit these places. Enchanted eyes rest on the welcoming hollows of the Tirso Valley, then quickly rise to Monte Rasu, where the gaze is lost, and the soul expands. And all around, one can hear the ancient silence of Sos Nibberos, where centuries-old trees whisper stories of resistance and belonging.

We are all children of this land, we are all guardians of an ancient heritage.