With this post we want to usher in a new book that proposes new content for this blog than the reader was accustomed.
It is worth mentioning that our products are the result, yes, a detailed literature searches, but are primarily the result of "field testing", or of unknown sites in the effort out of our territory.
who participated in this research know how rewarding when they are rediscovered, sometimes by accident, treasures of art and architecture, testimonials of our past left behind, alas, for years in obscurity and 'neglect.
Having said that, with this post we want to tell you about our research and discovery and the best way to describe the strong emotions it transmits, sounded like poetry.
a frequent patrols of our weekly delights, without claiming to be called a poet, to compose rhyming heroic verse in the eighth and today, inspired by Clio, the muse of his favorite, offers the reader his verses.
The events recounted here are based on an inspection by the sources to the Sources of St. Peter Pancole, which will be another post on the pages of this blog.
The book begins with this post is called: San Miniato ... In poetry, and will have the following logo:
Water Generosa
Alessio Guardini
Clio, give me a spirit of imaginative!
The history of today, to be told, asks
passion eloquent and copious
When he had the one who drank the water first and spotless
Generosa
called the Source, that God brought to the valley, where the legend of a
century ago saw the passing St. Paul and St. Peter.
What we now write with my meter,
exhibition tells an old lady, she keeps in a corner
bleak stories for people like us, still seek
under that water, which sembraci glass
's shadow of a saint has been so far.
The water that feeds the brain
today we took the thirst of our castle!
C'incamminiamo up there towards the
welcome with a heart full of energy, on the other Source
already follow a sign,
imagine what your imagination.
The discovery is the most beautiful
in the territory of birth there is!
And those who try, do not even know what
fear, her, life is boring.
(dedicated to Rita, Matilda, Francis, Marco and Massimo
and all those who never tire of trying again ...)
It is worth mentioning that our products are the result, yes, a detailed literature searches, but are primarily the result of "field testing", or of unknown sites in the effort out of our territory.
who participated in this research know how rewarding when they are rediscovered, sometimes by accident, treasures of art and architecture, testimonials of our past left behind, alas, for years in obscurity and 'neglect.
Having said that, with this post we want to tell you about our research and discovery and the best way to describe the strong emotions it transmits, sounded like poetry.
a frequent patrols of our weekly delights, without claiming to be called a poet, to compose rhyming heroic verse in the eighth and today, inspired by Clio, the muse of his favorite, offers the reader his verses.
The events recounted here are based on an inspection by the sources to the Sources of St. Peter Pancole, which will be another post on the pages of this blog.
The book begins with this post is called: San Miniato ... In poetry, and will have the following logo:
Water Generosa
Alessio Guardini
Clio, give me a spirit of imaginative!
The history of today, to be told, asks
passion eloquent and copious
When he had the one who drank the water first and spotless
Generosa
called the Source, that God brought to the valley, where the legend of a
century ago saw the passing St. Paul and St. Peter.
What we now write with my meter,
exhibition tells an old lady, she keeps in a corner
bleak stories for people like us, still seek
under that water, which sembraci glass
's shadow of a saint has been so far.
The water that feeds the brain
today we took the thirst of our castle!
C'incamminiamo up there towards the
welcome with a heart full of energy, on the other Source
already follow a sign,
imagine what your imagination.
The discovery is the most beautiful
in the territory of birth there is!
And those who try, do not even know what
fear, her, life is boring.
(dedicated to Rita, Matilda, Francis, Marco and Massimo
and all those who never tire of trying again ...)
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