The lush pine forest Green among the mountains rose find shelter wooden pallets yellow-brown, that color heat in frosty white-gray. There are climbing paths ever closer and wild. There we climbed, we descended and we entered until we passed with the steps on the side. Over there we found the sources, sulphurous waters, abandoned near dilapidated buildings already forgotten. A lonely chapel sounded the chimes and watched on the stones ... You and me, Irene, rested and regenerated by the ancient cures. Umberto F. M. Cefalà
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