Florence enveloped by the plague between lights and shadows

 Our luminaries decide, encouraged by Marietta to go down to Florence, city of lights and mysteries; of charm and codes to discover: Dante's secret verse is a nagging but fascinating enigma. It depicts a centuries-old history of horror and genius in front of which one cannot gather and reflect. What fate does humanity deserve? Between outbursts and pestilences the human Comedy is endless and with infinite facets and only a mixed genius of science and original literary flair can give it a new rebirth ...

Eleventh poem.

Title: Florence enveloped by the plague between lights and shadows

So we went down bold and proud

In the realm of the cursed underworld

How? how? We luminaries?

Pegasus asked, with a grin!

No Florence can be our bed.

He said still consoled by the sun's rays

And suddenly a light appeared in front of it

Enchanting but at the same time so grim

If there weren't the patrons and the Medici ...

Shakespeare said, Florence, Florence ...

"Where every Middle Ages died out"

And men gave themselves new impulses and codes

Ouch in feeling so much pain my belly aches

Descartes replied: what would I do with this trace?

Deceive myself or try to give her a worthy reading?

The hidden verse exists, it exists like the Arno

Maybe, just admire and look around ...

Every cure is found in the bucolic landscape

HM