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The lake was surrounded by high mountains as
guardians of its beauty; they slowly degraded until they died
accompanying its long journey towards the plain. With generosity, it
entrusted its water to the river, with the task of leading it
towards the sea.
Many towns, slightly offended by a discreet and unobtrusive traffic, surrounded the lake by leaning on its banks. Halfway up the hill, the main road, between tunnels and viaducts, protected it from the intense flow of cars and trucks. At the entrance to the tunnels, the smoke produced by the traffic, seemed to show a large amount of products thrown inside like an oven.
The sun, leaning on the mountain, drew a long trail of light on which sports boats, small fishing boats and ferries competed for possession, sometimes touching each other.
In the small park next to the boarding, silence was wounded only by the transit of some trucks accidentally escaped from the high road. At their passage, a cloud of dust and scraps stolen from the roadside, followed their wheels for most of the way until they settled on the same pavement not far away.
In front of the small pier where the ferry made the usual stop in the constant race between the island and the coast, Marì was absorbed, looking around. With his head lowered, at constant intervals, he emitted long sighs without being able to hide a deep sadness. The beauty of the territory flowed before his eyes without being considered.
In contrast to his state of mind, a young couple, leaning on the other side of the protections, next to each other, at almost constant intervals, smiled and exchanged a kiss.
Many towns, slightly offended by a discreet and unobtrusive traffic, surrounded the lake by leaning on its banks. Halfway up the hill, the main road, between tunnels and viaducts, protected it from the intense flow of cars and trucks. At the entrance to the tunnels, the smoke produced by the traffic, seemed to show a large amount of products thrown inside like an oven.
The sun, leaning on the mountain, drew a long trail of light on which sports boats, small fishing boats and ferries competed for possession, sometimes touching each other.
In the small park next to the boarding, silence was wounded only by the transit of some trucks accidentally escaped from the high road. At their passage, a cloud of dust and scraps stolen from the roadside, followed their wheels for most of the way until they settled on the same pavement not far away.
In front of the small pier where the ferry made the usual stop in the constant race between the island and the coast, Marì was absorbed, looking around. With his head lowered, at constant intervals, he emitted long sighs without being able to hide a deep sadness. The beauty of the territory flowed before his eyes without being considered.
In contrast to his state of mind, a young couple, leaning on the other side of the protections, next to each other, at almost constant intervals, smiled and exchanged a kiss.
The Island - Incipit
Second Generation
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