Dear friends, I will try to describe in a nutshell beautiful trip to Milan, Rosalia, Floriana, John, Stephen and Christian to visit the exhibition of Michelangelo Merisi at the Pinacoteca di Brera. Blazing a good trip under snow, during which, Floriana overturned several times after being in the back seat due to some unexpected corners of Christian puntellatasi properly, has smoothed the skin, lacquered nails, coiffed hair and makeup eyes for most of the trip. Later with the help of Stephen Christian thought of stabbing or stun him with a knotty stick, discarded the idea in order to avoid punishment of the law, the pretty girl he proposed a game to shut him up but to no avail, that he spoke with the stomach and a belly like a ventriloquist without moving his mouth. Finally, I arrive Famagusta in the area at the intersection of Via Pietro and Via della Chiesa Boifava red, five, after no little effort and waste of money and managed to get sick from the evil machine spits out tickets, an unspecified number of runs. Bigatto arrival of the underground, took place in the belly of rattling ... the journey into the caterpillar and Terrigno was short and funny. Lanza descended to the station, the patrol was launched to secure the art gallery where the court of honor were received by Emperor Napoleon the most part, then to the grand staircase, smiling greeted them Beccaria, seated and surrounded by his books . So began the visit. Pinacoteca Mantegna, Bellini always wonderful to be in Mentessi Morandi, splendid oxen Giovanni Fattori, from Volpedo Pelizza, Silvestro Lega, with its delicate Hayez meant "Kiss" a moment of love eternal, immortal, Garofalo, Reni, Tit. I can not stop. Then, the butt of capon, the core, the reason that prompted the trip. Caravaggio. Sublime, beautiful, explosive, daring, sweet, wicked, magic, art to rip the flesh from the bones. Four paintings, two dinners in Emaus, including one owned by the Art Gallery of Milan, then in essence three pictures, an early work "The Concert" and "Boy with a Basket of Fruit" in end "Dinner at Emmaus" came from the National Gallery in London. A quarter of an hour to see those works, then turnover, "under the other" in the words of Paris fluffy cut when the heads of aristocrats. Cold, hungry, and the snow took shelter at the inn of our "Three foo", where a servant was sent a series of fairy C3, the Gem, but not the Torlonia, nor Donati, Gemma Edwards from Salerno, on the other nice and gentle manner in the making, with an attractive and Cristiano immediately entered into symbiosis with it, until the confidence that ended with a farewell gift and final close in heart. Rain and wind howling of wolves in the distance, have meant the quintet, usually formed by a duo or a trio, have split, the first to Ferrara, the other three to go shopping and visit the downtown. After undergoing a search to South America, Floriana Stephen and Chris have been in the cathedral, the facade of white marble and time which, after careful restoration. Within the three sought the cloud, the typical elevator in which the Cardinal can reach the shrine of the Holy Nail, is best known relic from those related to the worship of this relic. For its peculiar appearance, as well as its slow movement, very similar to incense that rises slowly in the air, it was renamed "cloud" or, more frequently, "Nivola", a term of popular origin, derived from the dialect and now established by custom. Leaving the three bought a candle protector (you never know). Then they crossed the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II, with crushed chestnuts of the bull (you never know) then again the square of the scale, then in Turin Street Floriana met Eleanor friend and colleague to conclude: the metro back to the lair of the car, started to Ferrara. Throughout the journey home, snow, rain, wind, storm and Christian is not never said nothing. As a magician's confetti and confetti out of the mouth, that came out of words, words, and even words. The scoundrel has said everything from Dante to pen, from Cecco Angioglieri Guido Cavalcanti, from Moravia to Pasolini, everything and more. But every torment to an end and that hectic-crazy-language-phonetic-lip, in order, after first gently deposited on a self Stefano Oroboni, then Floriana front of his home, he returned to the fold. You would think in silence? What do you mean he was still talking and alone, while autoaccompagnava home.
I hope I was descriptive enough. Your servant forever. The omniscient author
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