The Consortium for the Tourism Promotion Vicenza è presents...
Reflections of a Mallard
I fly over a place... which sweetens my migration... along my journey south.
Palaces as old as our own itineraries... motionless plains... and the magic nests of men.
There are rivers which guide us... and forts where archers no longer shoot...along my journey south.
Sometimes parfumes borne by the wind... whistling between merlons and towers... reach us even up here.
Along my southbound path... are ponds for resting... and for starting off again... upwards, across valleys and hills... as far as the vast highlands.
When I glide gently... cradled by updraughts... I wonder what the world is like... seen from below... the houses, towns, cities... the roofs, towers and belfries... and all those people... wuth their thousands of paths.
This is what I think of... on my own way back... when the breezes of spring... correct my route... along the journey north.
This is what I think of... and my heart beats strong... with the miles covered... and the sudden realization... that I'm flying again... over Vicenza.

A wonderful fly of emotions over the province of Vicenza.