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In the morning, in the hills of Tuscany cloud mantle,
but shades of green, true innumerable them ...
In Fabrizio farm, with its guards barking
Thelma quite scary. Both her puppy
clumsy, fluffy, funny, bokasty.
One they call Pollux, the other, of course, Castor.
Horizon bit scratchy, as if badly shaven cheek.
Going up the hill, in the immutable center of the town - the church, a few shops, restaurant, market, river - clearly feel that century
here are powerless. And the great-grandson of the Tuscan,
that flew to the "Vespa" by risible Graces,
live their lives among the same scenery,
and his descendants will be just hang
puppies, drink the same wine, to get married in an ancient temple,
and be able to be satisfied
gifts These evergreen hills, where the clouds cloak ...
Those hills at the foot of which there is, and you
all play a role in the Tuscan stranger drama.