🍒 Camera di "Villa La Vedetta" (Hotel), Firenze Italia (Marzo)

This good news should have reached the ears of that Japanese art historian who died in November in that year. They needed only THREE boys. You know, those who are dissapointed, discorraged and feel so empty inside CAN devote the rest of their lives to the compensation. I blushed for shame. The image of senior Magi might be superimposed on his figure. This picture seems to support that hypothesis and smile to the art historian who died halfway through her study on Italian art. A peal of laughter!! This portrait was discovered seven years after the death of that art historian, Ah, her hypothesis was correct! Papa in Roman Catholic Church has lost Protestant sons, i. THREE oriental boys! She was an old lady who barely walked!!!! Ah, I wish she was not ashamed because of me!!!!!!!! Mamma mia!! Peter also was a man of the sea. The forth boy who was not hugged by Papa and did not carry the flag with French and Venezian ministers. But his new sons have arrived from Far East! You are as honest and single-minded as he. Someone was gazing at me…I invited her to dance without looking at her properly. どうか私を憐れまないでほしい。きらびやかなパレードに交じることも、カステル・サン・タンジエロ（聖天使城）の橋を渡ることもなく、ただ祝砲の音を遠くから聞くほかなかった私を。法王様にハグされ熱い涙を注がれることもなく、フランスやヴェネツィアの公使とともに華々しく旗をかつぐこともなかった私を。 誰が知ろう、落胆した者、挫折した者、心に空洞をもつ者こそが、それを埋めるために残りの人生を捧げ尽くすことが出来るということを。挫折は強靭なバネとなるのだ。漁村出の一少年だった私が、マンショとともにマカオに留学して司祭となり、迫害を耐え抜き、信仰を全うできたのは、ローマで枕を濡らす悔しさを味わったおかげかもしれない。 Please do not pity me, the forth boy who could not participate in that flowery parade crossing ponte Sant'Angelo and could only hear the salute of guns from far away. Why did I catch a cold in Rome of all places! That unexpected sweet smile of tengu-like foreigners, the sounds of an organ, the smell of red tea, the mysterious doll house: presepio, which all charmed me to ask my parents to let me go to semianrio. I was the type of person who concentrates on something attracting. In my muffled ears, a phrase was echoing of the Sermon on the Mount I had heard on our deck fifty years before. In the first place, I do not know very well why I got baptized. And Mancio did not look so macho. The Beatles sang in my childhood.{/INSERTKEYS}{/PARAGRAPH} This boy from a fishing village was to study in Macau and become a priest with Mancio and to endure persecution alone to fulfill the faith…THANKS TO the chagrin in Rome, where I drenched my pillow with tears…. What manly sideburns! at that time. I was hung upside down over a black hole with foreign priests and monks. It was just a cold, but…they persuaded me to stay in bed in order not to give a cold to the aged Pope. {PARAGRAPH}{INSERTKEYS}Glittering chandeliers, perfume, music…I was totally beside myself. You can use the frustration as a springboard! That's Jurian, a 'child of the sea' all over! But in Tredo, Mancio had been attacked with the small pox and in Madrid, Martino had had a high fever and an irregular pulse. How many days did I live, a priest over sixty? In the end, I could not meet officially not only Gregory XIII but also Sixtus V. Everyone said to me that I was fatigued from the trip.