by Gaetano Belverde
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by Gaetano Belverde |
The finish of Nightly truce;
the cart of Fetonte appears dozing above the horizon.
The bright light of our star
begins to warm the stones of the "Dammusi".
We ventures in the heart
of the Siracusan province, one of the places more isolated,wild and wonderful
of the whole island.
We arrived to the access
point of "Cava Grande del Casibile" , a canyon dug from the river in the
course of the centuries till to the depth of 300 meters.
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In bottom to our look, marvelous
green oasis and natural falls. the smal lake, we offers hospitality and
cool, we bask in the sun rest in the sheers of limestone.
The leafy branches of the immense
oriental planes give us moments of shade, in the hotter hours.
We came back of our steps,and
to leave again towards the clean beaches of Noto seas leaves us the Hotels
to the shoulders,we descend still toward south in the direction of Pachino.
No so far away, the first beaches
of sand thin, surrounded from dense reeds thicket and mediterranean botany,
the dunes bar us the look and they conceal the foamy waves of the sea.
The beach of Eloro, adjacent
to the ancient Greek city of Eloro, it is the first of three marvelousgilded
wounds in the green of the mediterranean maquis.
Fidgety Pegaso brings
us with neighs and whims among a dirt roads toward "cala mosca";
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A rugged coastline that preserve
a small bay in bosom rich of fischs and life, jagged sounding that preserve
archeological finds and naturalistic jewels too.
Through an alternative runs
we arrive in Vendicari natural reserve.
The beach designs a gulf, in
the north the old Tonnara and an ancient Swabians tower.
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The waves of the sea massage
our body, We remain in this warm embrace
till to when a flight
of herons, that return from her fishing, remember us the finish of the
day.
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