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is the ruthless heart of the State. ''
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As if in a dream I find myself
before the city's gates,
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the bastions, the toll gates,
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the bell towers like minarets,
:03:13
domes like hills of stone,
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the grey roofs, the open terraces,
:03:17
and below
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the streets, neighborhoods,
the squares,
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the Square,
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and through the middle
the river, the Parma,
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which divides the two cities,
the rich from the poor.
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And again the Square,
:03:32
so much in the city's center,
and yet so close to the fields,
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that on some nights
you can smell the hay.
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The square, which feels like
a walled arena when we're inside.
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There, I move amid figures
who are out of step, remote.
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Figures for whom only the
Church existed before,
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in whom Catholicism has suffocated
all desire for freedom.
:04:07
These are my equals,
the bourgeois of Parma,
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those of the midday Mass.
:04:11
I wonder if they were ever born,
:04:14
if the present echoes inside them,
:04:16
as it does in me
and cannot be consumed.
:04:26
Clelia.
:04:34
We had always gone steady,
:04:37
we were meant for each other.
:04:40
But Clelia is the city.
:04:43
Clelia is that part of the city
which I have rejected.
:04:48
Clelia is that sweetness of life
which I do not want to accept.
:04:52
Fabrizio!
:04:55
I found her,
she's here with her mother.
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That's why, for a desperate
and final act of love,