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The Cathedral

The white marble shines light overhanging tourists dazzled.
is a unique beauty that enchants with God and leads to violence. It goes to the flash of tourists, in contrast to the reflection.
The summer heat beats on the pavement and the numbing haze of alleys and streets around.
The square seems a whole, the city swallowed by the whiteness.
The temple of the clamor of the Church in its preciousness, its pride, its vanity of glory land. People are flocking to the
exclamations, poses in front of the rigid lenses, glasses clinking coins in sweaty hands. But I
that I was born here, I love twilight. When the square takes a breath in the cool of the evening that reaches the small intestine. When tourists and quickening his pace expected by the abbot of the evening resting and beggars in the wine. At this time the Cathedral
deflate the chest and breathing.
White clears, as if stripped, and shows the details: the colors and shades of marble, the expressions of saints and prophets, the glitter of gold charming details, the wink of windows.
White clears and makes room for shadows of the alleys and stone chipped, the fatigue of the Exhibition buildings, to sneak into the streets of the Palazzo della Signoria.
And you feel a gentle God, which penetrates all things. The heart, naturally.
The temple of the people, almost pagan in all this his frail humanity.
This is my cathedral: naked, sweet and beautiful.
almost transparent in the delicate whiteness, the square is almost empty, the evening almost overnight.