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Settignano
Settignano is a picturesque frazione ranged on a hillside northeast of Florence, Italy, with spectacular views that have attracted American expatriates for generations. The little borgo of Settignano carries a familiar name for having produced three sculptors of the Florentine Renaissance, Desiderio da Settignano and the Gamberini brothers, better known as Bernardo Rossellino and Antonio Rossellino. The young Michelangelo lived with a sculptor and his wife in Settignano—in a farmhouse that is now the "Villa Michelangelo"— where his father owned a marble quarry. In 1511 another sculptor was born there, Bartolomeo Ammannati. The marble quarries of Settignano produced this series of sculptors.
Roman remains are to be found in the borgo which claims connections to Septimius Severus—in whose honor a statue was erected in the oldest square in the 16th century, destroyed in 1944— though habitation here long preceded the Roman emperor. Settignano was a secure resort for estivation for members of the Guelf faction of Florence. Giovanni Boccaccio and Niccolò Tommaseo both appreciated its freshness, among the vineyards and olive groves that are the preferred setting for even the most formal Italian gardens.
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Tragicomic
by: Pseudo NeinWhen everything is black
And the clowns have all gone home
You're left standing in the middle of the stage
And you know that you're all alone
The clouds are made of acid and the rain is coming down
And the puddle that you stand in is the only one around
Then the colors start to fade and the blue will turn to grey
And you should run away
In the darkness
The relentless alcoholics
Are the solace that you seek
And the smile that you see is
The blinding parody
Of the soulless life you lead
And you know that you are not asleep
When everything is fading
And the clowns are all that remain
In your tragicomic life you know
It's driving you insane
The clouds are made of acid and the rain is coming down
And the puddle that you stand in is the only one around
Then the colors start to fade and the blue will turn to grey
And you should run away
And the road you're walking
Is a dead end waiting
When the life you're leading
Is the path you're taking...
And when all that's left is
All that you're making
You kick and scream but
You're still not waking.
Deep in the darkness
The relentless alcoholics
Are the solace that you seek
And the smile that you see is
The blinding parody
Of the soulless life you lead
And you know that you are not asleep
Deep in the darkness
The relentless alcoholics
Are the solace that you seek
And the smile that you see is
The blinding parody
Of the soulless life you lead