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Clear, fresh and sweet waters,
where the beautiful limbs
he placed the one who alone seems to me a woman;
gentle branch where it pleased
(with sighs remembers me)
it was up to her to make the beautiful side column;
herba et fior 'that the skirt
graceful ricoverse
with her angelic breast;
sacred, serene air,
where Love with beautiful eyes opened my heart:
give hearing together
to my painful words extreme.

If he is also my destiny,
and the sky is in this,
that Love closes these tearful eyes,
some gratia the mean
body between you covers,
and return your soul to your hotel naked.
Death is less raw
if this spene I bring
at that dubious step:
for the lax spirit
I never wear a more rested port
nor in a quieter pit
flee from troubled flesh and bones.

Time will come again perhaps
ch'a the used living room
return to fair weather and good times,
and there she saw me
in the blessed day,
turn the sight desolate and happy,
looking for me: et, o pieta !,
already land in among the stones
seeing, Amor breathe it in
so that he sighs
so sweetly that it impedes me,
and give strength to heaven,
wiping his eyes with a beautiful veil.

From 'well' branches come down
(sweet in the memory)
a rain of flowers over her womb;
and she sat down
humble in such glory,
she already covers the loving cloud.
What flower fell on her flap,
what about the blonde braids,
that polished gold and pearls
they were that day to see them;
which she rested on the ground, and which on the waves;
which with a vague error
turning it seemed to say: Love reigns here.

How many times have I said
then full of fear:
This woman was born in paradise.
So full of oblivion
the divine bearing
and the face and the words and the sweet laughter
they had divided me, and so divided
gives the true image,
I said with a sigh:
How did I come here, or when ?;
believing he was in heaven, not where she was.
From then on I like it
this grass yes, that elsewhere is no peace.

If you had ornaments as much as you want,
would you boldly ask
go out of the wood, and walk among the people.
(Canzoniere, Francesco Petrarca)

After climbing the stairs and crossing a corridor Beatrice found herself in front of the closed door of Giuliano's room, she was wearing a dark dress, on blue, and a cloak even darker than the dress.
She put her hand into a fist and banged her knuckles against the door.
"Come" Beatrice opened the door and Giuliano was from behind while he was wearing the shirt, he turned and saw Beatrice, Giuliano's face was full of bruises, and Beatrice put a hand in front of her mouth.
"... Beatrice ..."
"I didn't want to bother you"
"Imagine ... why are you here?"
"Your mother, she told me that ..."
"I know what she told you, I get drunk, I fight and ..."
"Who did it?" Beatrice approached, she was so close that she could hear Messer Medici's breath, she stroked her purplish cheek due to her bruises.
"Some guy whose name I can't remember"
"Stop it! Stop ruining your life, you only hurt yourself" Giuliano moved away and threw himself on the bed.
"Beatrice, if you are here to lecture me, you are useless, this is my life, you cannot choose how I should spend it"
Beatrice would have given up if she did not love that man, but she felt something unconditional that no one could make her give up saving a piece of Giuliano's life.
He was like that, he had days on and off.
She came over and took her arm, pulled it over her and forced him to follow her, carried him out into the daylight and dragged him to Sandro's study.
She knew there was the person who could change his mood, the person he loved, her only hope. Simonetta.

When they were in front of the door Giuliano looked at Beatrice.
"Come on, come in" Giuliano entered, and as soon as he saw that blond hair and those blue eyes, the happiness of a child appeared on her face.
Beatrice instead had a misunderstood look and she decided to go away, to go home.

Giuliano approached Simonetta.
"Madonna Vespucci" Giuliano gave the girl a kiss on the hand.
"Messer Medici, I was honored to have your victory"
"Thank you Madonna"
Sandro disappeared into the other room.
"I think this is yours" Giuliano pulled out of his pocket a ring with a green stone.
"My husband will realize that he is not here, give him back to me, Messere"
"I know you will pose for Sandro"
"What do you care about"
"I will convince Sandro to let me pose with you" Vespucci raised an arm as if to slap Giuliano but he grabbed it.
"You are like everyone else" said the young woman with a provocative air "you are wrong, I am not at all"
They looked at each other for a moment "it's not the mask that attracts me ... but what's behind it ..." they were getting closer and closer, and with that closeness their lips joined but did not last long, Simonetta pushed Giuliano away and ran away Street.

Meanwhile Beatrice was on her way home, but an obstacle prevented her from doing so.
"Madonna Ridolfi" Francesco Pazzi was in front of her.
"Messer Pazzi, how come in these parts, I know that your home is far from mine"
"I was walking Madonna, I have now come out of the Palazzo dei Priori, that's why I'm here"
"Political commitments Messere?"
"Yes ... and you? What do you do alone?"
"I was with Messer Giuliano de'Medici, I'm going home"
"Will you allow me to accompany you?" Beatrice knew she was about to do a nonsense, Giuliano's words came back to her "promise me to stay away from any person whose name is Crazy" but she decided not to listen to him, and she was accompanied by that little man, bad.

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