E 'was strange ... it was really strange to go out last night and find myself in front of Piazza dei Miracoli so, my often took me as a child, on Sunday afternoon, when I still seemed to have two parents, and I remember playing with my big lens blue and black on the lawn, before the close. and came home with jeans always grass stains on his knees. And then once I was grown up there alone, with the sun, rain, day, is relaxing in the evening ... peace you breathe in this square. And seeing her like this, with all that snow, with the two pupazzoni front of the Baptistery, with snow crunching underfoot with each step, and then only silence. We were all quiet, no yelling, no, all whispering, a spectacle so that speaks for itself, and deserves only to be listened to and watched in silence.
And even in the center was a strange atmosphere. Not the usual chaos, even the people looked different, hats and scarves of different colors, all hooded ... but something strange in the air you breathe. The bravest were having a cold beer in hand trembling, the majority opted for red wine. It lacked only the vin brulèe sin ... c'abbia anyone thought. And we were all close, under the arcades of Piazza Vettovaglie looking heat in proximity to a perfect stranger. Pisa was weird yesterday, it was really strange.
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