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the building was known to everyone in the village. was in the middle between the old walls and the villagers, when they passed, there We threw at least a fleeting glance. no, it was certainly the style of the imperial administration building, was also far from rich baroque and flirty to the family home of the most powerful country and he was not the sleek and austere Gothic church. was simply beautiful, a Renaissance semplicitàa perhaps, linear, light but with an indefinable something that made it inevitable, in the sense that you could not ignore in any way: in the perception of the square took on a certain evidence, although inexplicable in words.

tall columns in relief lined the square geometry of the facade sleek, lean and sharp edges of the indentations in prominence, both compassionate and tough, with small niches richly decorated ornamental indecipherable and whimsical, perhaps of oriental origin, which gives harmony to the whole. to observe the building we came upon an ambiguous attraction, with carved stones that formed that seemed to come straight from the depths of time and that mute while revealing a deep sense of existence .

many then, over the years, have been stored. had traveled the long and sensual corridors lit by tall windows, were wandering into the room in an intricate system of spaces and doors, with rooms now full of light now enveloped in the gloom. But no one could well to see if he had actually visited all the rooms, always had the impression that there was some other door to open, remained a secret in the previous exploration. This gave off in the visitor a feeling a bit 'unnerving, at times irreverent, despite the atmosphere of the building remained immersed in a delicate balance and pleasant. alternated with moments of empathy were so uncomfortable, in a constant game of mirrors in which it seemed that the building itself was hidden to conceal the eyes of the visitor to turn its real essence.

basically no one knew the story well. much speculation past owners mad with lust, greed and vices of parties. others remembered instead of discrete gentlemen and merciful, who lived in harmony in the search for God was perhaps the shelter of a wealthy don giovanni dedicated to love life or perhaps had been the home of a lonely merchant who came to relax. in fact it was known with certainty. nothing leaked from those rooms, halls or from the back garden. the lives of those who had once lived was untraceable. There was certainly a rich library, an excellent collection of works of art and music room care. surely those who had had built and furnished with exquisite taste, abnormal sensitivity and a high cultural level. but who was he?
all leaked not the revocation of a common past but abandoned a sense Continuous standby , as if life would be there soon pick up where it left off for reasons unknown. everything seemed suspended as is the case for holiday homes where the rooms are closed pending the forthcoming holiday season. something must have happened, perhaps even irreparable, and seemed to be waiting for a new event to bring life back into the building.

many of you came with the intention of revealing hidden secrets, many intimate images to make their home, but in reality no one could consider not just family. the palace, sly, indecipherable continued to fascinate travelers with its charm.