16 settembre, la vita nelle strade di Verona

16th of September, the life for the streets of Verona. It is a big crowd here, and the Via Vai, especially in some streets, where artisans are everywhere, and it is followed by others. The doors of these and of those are continually open, and the view can freely penetrate inside. They see themselves trying to work the sardines, the calzolai, and indeed they occupy parts of the road reduced to the laboratory. In the evening, then, when the lights are on, the show is really lively. In the days of the market, the crowd on the square is great, and the eye can be happy with the view of real mountains of fruit, of legumes, of garlic, of onion. They all cry, sing, joke all day long. They push, shout, make noise, and laugh without pause. The temperate weather, the price of the terraces, make life easy, and all that happens in the free air. The noise and the singing do not even exist in the whole during the night. You can hear the song of the Marlboroog on every street. You can hear a salterio or a violino. You can imitate the singing of all the cellos, you can hear the sounds, the sounds, the voices, and the wonderful things at the same time. The atmosphere of the climate also allows these spaces to be poor, and the aspect of the people makes you rich. On the other hand, I cannot help but be proud of the dirtiness and the lack of comfort in their homes. They are always out there, and in the dark for nature they do not think about anything. The people in the background is good, they are happy little by little. The individuals of the medium age also live in the daytime. The rich and the different people are forced to heal their homes, but they are far from the comforts of the seven trillions countries. Their meetings have a place for the most public sites. The courts, the others, the stairs are full of dirt. The people keep it everywhere and at home. The rich can be as rich as he wants, he can build palaces, the nobility can be part of the government, but when he raises a gate, a peristyle, the people immediately possess it for every need. The people continue to exercise their rights on public buildings and are generally inclined to this regard of the forestry in Italy. Although the people are non-curant, thinking of their own affairs, they keep their eyes open on the forestry. I could observe, for example, that in the first days everyone was paying attention to my festivals, because of this type, since the weather is too expensive, it is only used here during the winter. Now that I leave home with shoes and socks, no one cares about me anymore. This week, then, for a while, I was surprised that while everyone was coming from the market, carrying in their hand a souvenir of that, or flowers, or legumes, or garlic, everyone was looking at a pot of cipres that they were carrying in hand, from which they planted fruits like those of the pine tree. In addition, I had some flower petals. Everyone was looking at me, men, women, boys, and they seemed to find something strange. [BLANK_AUDIO]