walking in the evening through the Italian countryside toward his beloved waiting for him. During the journey, he stares to the flock and to the landscape thinking that in the past on those very hills a glorious city rose. Now, of the domed and daring palace remain on the plain but a single little turret and some unnoticeable ruins. The view of his beloved interrupts for a moment his meditation, but he immediately superimposes again the past on the present, condemning vehemently the ...