They move swinging from one beam to another, from one wall to another wall, gracefully jumping and giving off light every time they fly.
This beautiful villa overlooks the road, not far from the station of a small town on the slopes of the Euganean Hills.
We have not been able to trace its history, but judging from the frescoes it is possible that the villa dates back to the late nineteenth or early twentieth century.
The basement is used as a storage room, where various computers and chairs are left to their fate, covered with a thin layer of dust. We climb the stairs to find ourselves in the main compartment of the ground floor. Wherever we are surrounded by frescoes of all kinds, which cover the walls. They speak to us and gently whisper some of their songs. Some are faded, while others are still in perfect condition. The light can not filter in the interior of the villa because all the overhead doors have been closed. In addition to the central compartment there are four other rooms, two on each side. In the frescoes are told stories of cherubs immersed in a mountain landscape surrounded by grotesques of exquisite workmanship. Each room is separated from the next one by imposing wooden doors. In some is left the old furniture, itself in wood, now emptied of everything it could contain.
On the second floor the situation is repeated symmetrically if not for the frescoes depicting different scenes. Investigating better, we notice what remains of some wooden stairs leading into a sort of loft, marked by thousands of pigeon droppings.
What is vain painting, admired because it resembles things that we do not admire the originals at all!
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