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Florence Santa Croce - Historic Centre of Florence
I was already in a sort of ecstasy at the idea of geing in
Florence and for the proximity to the grat men
whose tombs I had just seen. Immersed in the contemplation of sublime beauty, I saw it close by, I almost touched it. I had reached a point of emotion of heavenly sensations bestowed by the fine arts and by passion. Leaving Santa Croce I had that heartbeat that in Berlin
is called nerves, life was spent in me, I walked with fear of falling. I sat down on a bench in
Piazza Santa Croce and re-read with delight the verses
of Foscolo that I kept in my wallet.
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