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Snow-capped Alps with snow-flowers have crowned her for millions of years; foreign armies oppressed her for centuries, but her children fought them, with swords and bravery to expel them and reclaim their right of free citizens! On this beautiful sea-washed land rose a powerful city which governed an empire stretching from England to North Africa and from Spain to Syria; my forefathers never went to Ireland, or had intentions go beyond the Rhine into Russia, where the Huns didn't seem a threat to anyone happily living! Art flourished in every region: from North to South; the builder, the sculptor and the painter gave their passionate souls to embellish her with churches, cathedrals and monuments that today the masses admire a lot... has anyone had these moments? By now you must have a hint of which country I'm telling you about: it is my magnificent Italy... that boot-shaped country!

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Date: 6/3/2012 10:24:00 AM
andrew, i have been there and loved every bit of italy's spirit and flesh... nice, gentle rhythm of the piece... i also like your appreciation for your origin.. win it.. :) huggs!
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