should imagine being behind one of the many - long and narrow - the windows of the stately Palazzo Ducale in Urbino to share with author Sonia Bucciarelli all the charm that lies within his novel.
should rather not imagine. Know they are there, looking out over the walls that exude mist and atavistic views of the city of Urbino to want to protect incumbent upon it as a bird of prey takes care of its offspring.
What shines on the surface speaks of history, good people. Of ...
students who are committed, sacrifice themselves, enjoying themselves. Interwoven narratives as links in a chain lubricated, to create a ceaseless motion, fluid. But sometimes something breaks. Something
sometimes gets stuck. And stride.
can hear from there, the screeching of metal cracked.
flaw in the mechanism - up to a minute before - perfect.
Someone decided to break it, to pass, on the bodies of innocent victims unprepared to evil, his cruel hand. What
spreads everywhere over the city, over the heads of all, an opaque veil that goes down slowly. It lies flat roofs, soft roads, merciless over the young soul who does not know yet, it will face at the end. Soon, too soon. A thin veil to remember the fog, it is mixed. It generates
death.
The cold penetrates even into the bowels of those who observe only. From a Royal Palace. You see, seem to touch them, those friends who fall prey to fear, the fear lingers in the streets to be the next. A relentless
hand leaving no escape, and with the precision of a scalpel to cut off the vine, carve death. Forge the screams of his victims. That no one can hear you screw off, sunken into the ground cold damp under the bare branches of old trees. Branches silhouetted against the pale moon for a frosty night and the fog ... the fog shrouds everything. In a tragic fall, the romantic Urbino, there had never been as gloomy, nothing against evil. The peaceful vigil
Palace Raptor will not save her young soul.
Marina Growing
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