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Place in which the scorching
sun of July found its abode, forging the minds of the folks.
Earth of passions, legends and myths.... Land courted from the people and crossroads of civilization. Mother of a strong and tenacious people, that was always able to reconstruct with increasing tastefully dedication what the Mother herself swept away and covered, more and more, with her fiery lymph, fruit of the bowel of the earth, bubbling out from the top of the mountain. .
Mother that disemboweled the
houses and the temples with the grave grumbles of the hell.
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Mother that jealousy preserves
the dearest memories of her own sons, hiding, in each corner, testimonies
of endless civilization.
In this magic land each insignificant stone is a tessera of the history of a remote past. A sanguinary past, colored of blood, torn because of wars of conquest.... but in the mean time a post of splendor of peace and civilization. Come here to virtually move in the places I love , wishing you to physically come in to visit the land of the Cyclopes. |
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