Adelaide e Federico

Nietzsche supported that its life between three localita' would have spold all. Which? Eh, eh, eh, the sapete, the sapete. Sils Maria e' one of these.
But all do not know that also Heidi expressed in similar tones: leaving the mountain hut and the grembo of the grandfather it promised that in order it would have always lived between the mounts that much pleasure the procurarorno. But although the notorieta' preferi' to remain secluded, choice appropriate for the discreet character and verecondo that a lot made us to innamorare.

Ritrovarla close to one stews in next Switzerland piu' to Italy, to have its number of telephone, to obtain a its document autograph, e' be one indescrivibile emotion. And how much modestia in writing, that one hurries for Italian we who we could not understand with how much favor calculates the change-currency, much from farci sorridere for much dolcezza.

We exit from the premises of the happy encounter and we head along the flat frozen one towards the austeri apexes of the thought of the ight hundred: the dwelling of the Aquila.
I am based and sorrido while I come immortalato from my driver (the fact to valicare two frontiers without I brand of circulation has suggested to try to me to scroccare a passage). That the great Federico not me ne wants for the lightness with which I trace its stamping with mine terga. But felicita' e' the a lot.

Heidi, Grandfather, not you dimentichero' never.