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The Empire
Sunset. A straight wide street, paved with large smooth stones. Built by those master builders who have so shaped the landscape of the south. Cypress trees stand at even intervals at the edge of the road. Around it only lush green meadows.
Grass and cypresses blowing in the wind.
Further along the road, passing lemon trees. Sunny yellow fruits brought to ripeness by the power of the Tuscan sun.
The procession continues along the road. Magnificent stone buildings loom on the horizon. Inhabited by patricians. The outskirts of a small town. Only these neighborhoods lie on the annual route. The beautiful sides of the empire.
Children and adults stand well dressed on the roadside waving and lining the street with flowers.
- A benevolent wave of the hand.
Every year this entourage is expected by the citizens here. Once only to catch a glimpse. Once only to see the exalted, the emperor.
From Amalfi, Neapolis, Pompeii, Parma to Sicily this annual inspection of the Emperor extended. He wanted to see and enjoy the beautiful sides of his empire over and over again. Passing cities, breathtakingly beautiful landscapes, buildings like aqueducts, theatres and arenas. It was not enough for him to know what he ruled over. He wanted to see, feel and smell it with his own eyes.
The Emperor's entourage had almost reached the end again after a long journey. At the emperor's headquarters. Rome.
He could already make out the high city walls on the horizon.
-Intermissio-
The posse came to an abrupt halt.
A turquoise green velvet robe with a golden crown on its head rose. Immediately enveloped in a fragrance of fresh fruit, vanilla and wood.
Looking back into the distance, the landscape in the sunset. Longing. Melancholy.
-Finis-
Grass and cypresses blowing in the wind.
Further along the road, passing lemon trees. Sunny yellow fruits brought to ripeness by the power of the Tuscan sun.
The procession continues along the road. Magnificent stone buildings loom on the horizon. Inhabited by patricians. The outskirts of a small town. Only these neighborhoods lie on the annual route. The beautiful sides of the empire.
Children and adults stand well dressed on the roadside waving and lining the street with flowers.
- A benevolent wave of the hand.
Every year this entourage is expected by the citizens here. Once only to catch a glimpse. Once only to see the exalted, the emperor.
From Amalfi, Neapolis, Pompeii, Parma to Sicily this annual inspection of the Emperor extended. He wanted to see and enjoy the beautiful sides of his empire over and over again. Passing cities, breathtakingly beautiful landscapes, buildings like aqueducts, theatres and arenas. It was not enough for him to know what he ruled over. He wanted to see, feel and smell it with his own eyes.
The Emperor's entourage had almost reached the end again after a long journey. At the emperor's headquarters. Rome.
He could already make out the high city walls on the horizon.
-Intermissio-
The posse came to an abrupt halt.
A turquoise green velvet robe with a golden crown on its head rose. Immediately enveloped in a fragrance of fresh fruit, vanilla and wood.
Looking back into the distance, the landscape in the sunset. Longing. Melancholy.
-Finis-
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