- III - An Etruscan in Piazza del Popolo
Crisp air this morning.
I sat at a bar of Piazza del Popolo with my “Toscanaccio” friend. We enjoy the sun hardly tepid and the touristic multicolour passage typical of this season. Rome seems made just for moments apparently purposeless ...
My look meets the old door that connects Rome to the north and some memories emerge in me as air bubbles from a water jug in which is dropped a pebble.
The Etruscan that lives in myself resurfaces and sometimes needs to bore someone. Now it’s the turn of my friend that is sipping a drink, with his mind far away from thinking be bothered.
«You know – I begin, as for warning him that a dam was on the verge of opening – mystery wraps the Etruscans as a silk cocoon. It’s incredible that people so civilized h
