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Florence.

A city of beauty. A city of majestique. A city where nightingale lived.

My maternal grandfather, had a dream of visiting that city. But he couldn’t.

Many dream of settling down in such a place and to let the charm of the city to let life cradle itself and to make it grow beautifully. To row in a gondola was another of his dream wearing a red cap.

IT STILL AWAITS, BUT NOW HE IS THE KING OF HEAVEN AND HE RULES……………………

Adios!

 

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