Marradi (Ancient vault. Veiled mirror)
Morning smiles on the peaks of the mounts. High on the cusps of a deserted triangle the castle lightens, higher and more distant. Venus passes by cart crouched on the way to the convent. The river winds along the valley: broken and bellowing at times it sings and rests in wide azure mirrors: and faster it roams through the black walls (a red dome distant laughs with its lion) and the bell towers throng and in the unquiet black of roofs in the sun a long veranda that has set a gaily-colored comment of arches!
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