Some time ago I worked for a show and I found myself staying in the beautiful Palazzo Rucellai .
People past were very few but what struck me most were the few guests at the palace.
I was there. I wrote a little poem.
For gentle man that every morning I smiled, giving me a moment of carelessness work.
I really hope you like it, in the cut ..
MR. RICHARD
fleeting comes noiselessly
takes on the colors of the soil
frightening to confuse and annoy.
And in a moment of peace returns,
hesitate with the keys on rogues door
enter.
And with a greeting,
gives me a smile of joy that always welcomes
my quiet day.
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