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IN A WOOD OF FELCI, NEAR THE ETNA’S PENDANTS,
LIVES A PEOPLE OF PRIMITIVE MEN.

HE FEELED BERRIES AND DISSETAVED
WATER OF THE RUSCELLO

A DAY, WHEN IT SEEMED IT HAD TO BREAK OUT A
FORTE TEMPORALE SCESERO VALLEY TO PRAY THE GODS
AND TO DISCOVER THE WORSE.

WHEN THEY WERE, THE WIND STOPPED
AND TOGETHER WITH THE FEW DROPS OF RAIN I WILL FIND IT
OF SMALL AND ELEGANT SCULPTURES: THEY WERE OF SKIN
AND OF FABRIC, THEY WERE STRANGE FORMS, OBJECTS THAT THEY
THEY HAVE NEVER SEEN.

THOSE FORMS WERE SO DELICATE AND FEMININE
WHO REMAINED ITS DUTIES.
THEY WERE SMALL WORKS THAT WERE HAD IN ONE
THE SPACE SO SMALL THEIR IDEA OF DELICACY AND GARBO.

RETURN TO THEIR OWN HABITS
WITH THE HEART FULL OF JOY BECAUSE THE GODS WERE
GIVEN THEM THE “KINDNESS”