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We went alone, outside the Cave, to Pozzuoli, to Baja.... What a heaven! What a sea... Do you know the grove behind Lake Lucrino, on the way to the Sibyl's cave? The land is sloping; You proceed at random, pushing aside the branches that touch your face. Through the foliage of the chestnut grove filters a fantastic, féerie-like green light; It seems to swim in the middle of the fluid emerald.... On May 20th... Era de maggio e te cadeano 'nzino A schiocche a schiocche le cerase rosse..... The redheads, the sweets, the fresh ciriegie were her lips....
— FEDERICO DE ROBERTO