Son and went on from Corvo and Flores are now in and I also ate some lettuce and fruit, removing the scurvy. How is this island?
Take a piece of Trentino than 50 years ago. With all its pastures, Mucchino, their bells and their done, the stocky highlanders who roam in the pastures to milk them by hand carrying the tin cans of silver, the tiny streets that meander between rock walls, mini-villages with 40, 60, 100 persons and their church, neither modern nor ancient. A few remaining residents, many homes are in an advanced state of disrepair. Two Barrucci sad. Vita park, parchissima, even if no one is poor. Groves here and there, at times gentle slopes, sometimes narrow and steep valleys. Rocks strampiombanti not absent. All very green vegetation friendly folta, ma non aggressiva. Uccellini e chiocce liberovaganti con torma di pulcini appresso. Prendete questo pezzo di Trentino, dicevo, e mettetelo in mezzo all'Oceano vasto, sempre visibile, quasi mai raggiungibile a causa delle alte coste. Ed i venti, le creste bianche delle onde, il luccichio dell'acqua al tramonto.
Fatta questa operazione avrete Flores. Luogo strano, contraddittorio, non so decidermi se sia molto bello o proprio infame.
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