Her father, Bartolomeo, was a well-respected member of the Arte di Calimala: the Wool Makers Guild in Mantua. He must have been following her from room to room, silent in his stockinged feet. The light was poor, so that she saw their gleaming faces dimly and indistinctly. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. A great bowl of scarlet carnations gleamed from a dark corner, set against the background of a deep brown wall. You wore a blue dress with your hair unbound, and never had I seen a maid so glorious with eyes so blue or a smile so bright.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQyLjE2Ni4yMDYgLSAyMC0wOS0yMDI0IDIwOjI1OjMzIC0gMTQwOTk0Mjg4MA==
This video was uploaded to waterscolumns.info on 19-09-2024 03:20:17
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9