Florence. The cradle of the Renaissance, one of Europe's great art cities.. I wanna go there, alone, deserting every one of my distresses and responsibilities. I have to know how it feels... a man without whatever else to consider other than his books and letters. I wanna stay there for an endless number of days, as a 20th century man.. no mobile, no computers..nothing which made the people sluggish.
I might want to claim a little house there with a green however excellent backyard. everyday, I sit in the backyard, either reading the books i gathered in the past or writing everything I could ever hope for into the paper before me. obviously I require a pen which will never come up short on ink and a book with boundless number of papers. I want to tell the world what I wanted to tell. I wanna write about the beautiful dreams I saw with my love in my college. I wanna write about the joy of being a freeman.. a lots and lots of things.
Can Florence feel my nearness?. the individual who adored her for quite a while is laying on her lap now, and will she have the capacity to sing a warm welcome for him. I will whisper on her ears that I have been waiting for this day for some time, and what might be her response? amazed? or, bashful ?.
I wanna live with her, explore her and love her and finally I wanna close my eyes forever while sitting on her lap, reading my favorite book.
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