Between seven great hills,
Of which Palatine has more importance,
A single city came out from nowhere,
The one that had been called Rome,
The one that would rule everything.
While I was driving,
By the crowded ways,
My eyes could appreciate,
A familiar silhouette,
The amphitheater,
In all its glory,
Shimmering like in past times,
As if it could have never been affected,
By the pass of time,
And so, I stopped my car,
For admiring the landscape,
It is an ideal place,
Full of mysteries,
And beauty everywhere.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 10:38 AM UTC
Between seven great hills,
Of which Palatine has more importance,
A single city came out from nowhere,
The one that had been called Rome,
The one that would rule everything.
While I was driving,
By the crowded ways,
My eyes could appreciate,
A familiar silhouette,
The amphitheater,
In all its glory,
Shimmering like in past times,
As if it could have never been affected,
By the pass of time,
And so, I stopped my car,
For admiring the landscape,
It is an ideal place,
Full of mysteries,
And beauty everywhere.
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