Val Trompia
The Val Trompia (also: Valle Trompia) is a slightly more than 50 km long valley in the Province of Brescia, northern Italy. It consists of the valleys of the river Mella and its tributaries, north of the city of Brescia. It is situated between Val Camonica, Val Sabbia and Lake Iseo.
The name originates from the ancient Rhaetian people, the Trumpilini, the conquest of which by part of the Romans was more difficult than that of Cenomani of Brixia. Trumpilini people was listed as first in the Trophy of Augustus, a Roman monument erected between 25-14 BC near La Turbie in honor of Emperor Augustus, who subdued the Alpine tribes.
The presence in the high part of the valley of mineral veins promoted since the antiquity an important mining activity. This encouraged the development of a remarkable iron manufacturing even for the production of weapons. For this reason, under the Venetian domination, the valley was given a special autonomy and a lighter tax regime.
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The valley includes the comuni of:
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What Have I Done
by: Dreamboy25, has anybody seen my life?
I lost it somewhere '95
Time stands still and time sure flies
Slower, faster everyday
I did tons of stuff today, and I did nothing anyways
And that's the thing, it's all the same
Nothing changes
(Chorus)
Have no hopes I have no dreams
I think to much and then I scream
What have I done?
I've wasted so much time, years of hanging 'round
Undone is done
I've wasted so much time, years of hanging 'round
I won't hold my breath no more
This is it, no less, no more
It's ok, I've come to terms
Still sometimes it really hurts
I can see, it's hard to take this seriously
And you might even laugh at me
But I'm way past self-irony, I mean business
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Happy memories, running 'round
I'm seven years old, frass beneath my feet, stay
outside until it gets cold
Cut to present day, I just stay indoors all summer
Whine my days away
What have I done?
I've wasted so much time, years of hanging 'round
Undone is done
I've wasted so much time, years of hanging 'round
I won't hold my breath no more
This is it, no less, no more
It's ok, I've come to terms
Still sometimes it really hurts