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150 years for an only Country.
But centuries and centuries for its thousands of places,
for its thousands of quarters.
And everywhere the beauty enclosed in the stones,
the theatrical reality of life,
the harmony of sounds always new.
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150 years for an only Country.
But centuries and centuries for its thousands of places,
for its thousands of quarters.
And everywhere the beauty enclosed in the stones,
the theatrical reality of life,
the harmony of sounds always new.
Like here.
Like in this city.
Of this Country. Giorgio Ferrara |
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