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El Jardín de Boboli al Revés

Historias Bajo las Estrellas — Lucia & Marco Ciappelli

Dentro de los muros de la ciudad de Florencia hay un jardín maravilloso.

Senderos entre el verde bordeados de estanques y fuentes.

Amplias escalinatas que, subidas con los ojos vueltos al cielo, dan la ilusión de poder tocarlo.

Esta es la belleza que todos pueden ver y admirar.

Debajo existe un reino desconocido que solo quien tiene imaginación puede descubrir.

Una suave bajada al lado derecho lleva a la gruta del Buontalenti, desde donde se abre un pasaje subterráneo en profundidad, que conduce a un mundo misterioso.

Las raíces de los árboles del jardín de arriba crecen y brotan reformándose al revés, como a través de un espejo.

Entre las ramas, nidos de peces voladores.

Pájaros que se deslizan sobre el agua lisa entre los nenúfares.

Un peral y un manzano, apoyados en un banco, hablan de todo y de nada, masticando pistachos tostados, mientras las abejas sentadas bajo un emparrado de fresas tocan una suave música jazz perfumada de lavanda.

Salpicaduras de agua, a veces sí a veces no, bañan prados y plantas a la luz del atardecer.

De repente una pequeña cascada, formada por un pequeño río, acelerando se abre.

Al instante un paseo arbolado toma forma en subida, indicando el camino a seguir.

En este reino incontaminado, no controlado por el hombre, nada es imposible.

En lo alto del recorrido, una gran apertura sobre las escalinatas, y el jardín de Boboli reaparece con sus maravillas y su historia.

En lo alto, como si nada, un manto de intenso azul estrellado envuelve Florencia en una cálida noche de verano.

— Escrita por Lucia & Marco Ciappelli

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The Upside-Down Garden of Boboli

Stories Under the Stars — Lucia & Marco Ciappelli

Within the walls of the city of Florence there is a marvellous garden.

Little pathways through the green, bordered by pools and fountains.

Broad stairways that, climbed with eyes turned to the sky, give the illusion of being able to touch it.

This is the beauty that everyone can see and admire.

Beneath lies an unknown kingdom that only those with imagination can discover.

A gentle slope on the right-hand side leads to the Buontalenti Grotto, from which a deep underground passage opens, leading to a mysterious world.

 

The roots of the trees from the garden above grow and blossom, reforming upside down, as if through a mirror.

 

Among the branches, nests of flying fish.

Birds that glide across the smooth water among the water lilies.

 

A pear tree and an apple tree, leaning against a bench, chat about this and that, nibbling toasted pistachios, while the bees seated beneath a pergola of strawberries play a gentle jazz melody fragrant with lavender.

 

Sprays of water, now and again, bathe meadows and plants in the light of the setting sun.

 

Suddenly a little waterfall, fed by a small river, accelerating, opens wide.

In an instant, a tree-lined avenue takes shape, rising upwards, pointing the way to follow.

 

In this unspoilt kingdom, untouched by human hands, nothing is impossible.

 

At the top of the path, a great opening above the stairways in the garden of Boboli, which reappears with all its wonders and its history.

 

High above, as if nothing were the matter, a mantle of deep starlit blue enfolds Florence in a warm summer night.

 

— Written by Lucia & Marco Ciappelli

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Il Giardino di Boboli Sotto Sopra

Dentro le mura della città di Firenze c'è un meraviglioso giardino.

Vialetti nel verde contornati da vasche e fontane.

Larghe scalinate che salite con gli occhi rivolti al cielo danno l'illusione di poterlo toccare.

Questa è la bellezza che tutti possono vedere ed ammirare.

Al disotto esiste un regno sconosciuto che solo chi ha immaginazione può scoprire.

Una lieve discesa sul lato destro porta alla grotta del Buontalenti, da cui si apre un passaggio sotterraneo in profondità, che conduce ad un mondo misterioso.

Le radici degli alberi del giardino di sopra crescono e germogliano riformandosi alla rovescia, come attraverso uno specchio.

Tra i rami nidi di pesci volanti.

Uccelli che scivolano sull'acqua liscia in mezzo alle ninfee.

Un pero e un melo, appoggiati a una panchina, parlano del più e del meno, sgranocchiando pistacchi tostati.

Mentre le api sedute sotto un pergolato di fragole suonano una leggera musica jazz profumata di lavanda.

Spruzzi di acqua sì e no, bagnavano prati e piante alla luce del tramonto.

Improvvisamente una cascatella di acqua, formata da un piccolo fiume, accelerando si apre.

All'istante un viale alberato prende forma in salita, indicando la strada da seguire.

In questo regno incontaminato, non controllato dall'uomo, niente è impossibile.

Al culmine del percorso, una grande apertura, sopra le scalinate nel giardino di Boboli, che riappare con le sue meraviglie e la sua storia.

In alto un mantello di blu intenso stellato avvolge Firenze in una calda notte estiva.

— Scritta da Lucia & Marco Ciappelli

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CRUCERO A MARTE | TRES PATITAS DE VIAJE
Mamá pata tenía dos hijas y le encantaba llevarlas de viaje a lugares lejanos. Las dos patitas tenían pocos amigos, pero salían a pasear muy a menudo.
Jugaban en el corral haciendo como si fueran un grupo, e incluso el día de su cumpleaños, se comieron el pastel grande ellas solitas.
Como regalo, Mamá decidió llevarlas de crucero a Marte. Organizó el viaje en una nave espacial para turistas, consiguió los billetes para una fiesta marciana intergaláctica, y salida lo antes posible — en menos de lo que se dice "cua cua".
Mientras las tres estaban en el patio listas para el viaje, vieron un objeto extraño volando bajo sobre la granja. Al posarse en el suelo, por una escotilla se asomó una pequeña figura cuadrada que dijo:
"Disculpe, ¿es usted la que tiene tres billetes para Marte y tres para la fiesta intergaláctica?"
Las patitas se miraron asombradas. Nunca habían visto una criatura cuadrada — cabeza cuadrada, ojos cuadrados, hasta la sonrisa parecía cuadrada.
"¡Sí, somos nosotras!" respondió Mamá pata.
"¡Cua! ¡Cua! ¡Cua!" hicieron las patitas a coro, saltando de emoción.
"Por favor, suban a bordo," dijo el marciano con una pequeña reverencia cuadrada. "El viaje a Marte está a punto de comenzar."
Y de un salto subieron a la nave espacial, tan curiosas y entusiasmadas por aquella nueva aventura. El extraño vehículo partió veloz como una ráfaga de viento.
En el espacio era hora punta. La nave espacial se encontró en una cola, y el marciano-piloto tocó la bocina: "¡Blip, blip!"
Se asomó por la ventanilla y refunfuñó: "¡Cada vez es más difícil viajar! Pero mira, hay hasta un planetita juguetón que se ha puesto a girar sobre sí mismo, ¡como si fuera un carrusel! Qué diversión — hazte a un lado, déjame pasar y sigue jugando."
Por culpa del atasco cósmico, la nave aterrizó en Marte con un ligero retraso sobre el horario previsto.
"¡Qué maravilla!" exclamaron las patitas al ver una nave toda de cristal lista para el crucero, donde fueron invitadas a subir a bordo.
Había un gran ajetreo de pequeños marcianos cuadrados.
"¡Buenos días, señora pata, póngase cómoda!" decían haciendo una reverencia, mientras las patitas — cua, cua, cua — charlaban y saltaban contentas.
De fondo, guitarras cuadradas tocaban Rock interplanetario.
Las tres viajeras, con sus caritas pegadas a los cristales, observaban maravilladas el color rojo del planeta.
La nave partió lentamente sobre la arena, pero de pronto los motores empezaron a rugir y arriba, hacia la cima de una montaña, y luego abajo sobre las rocas rojas — parecía estar en una montaña rusa, arriba y abajo, arriba y abajo. Luego volvía a posarse y lentamente atravesaba valles inmensos.
"¡Qué espectáculo tan extraño! ¡Qué vehículo tan raro que viaja sobre rocas y arena!" comentaban las turistas.
Pasaron las horas entre maravillas y descubrimientos. El tiempo voló.
Llegó la noche. En la nave marciana, Mamá pata y las patitas se presentaron todas elegantes, con lazos y lacitos, a la fiesta de cumpleaños intergaláctica.
Los camareros bailaban, ofrecían el brazo a las turistas y servían al ritmo de música Rock. Pequeños marcianos se acercaron a las patitas y, haciéndoles muchos cumplidos, saltando y bailando, jugaron con ellas.
La fiesta había comenzado.
"¡Aquí todo es cuadrado — los vasos, las botellas!" cuchicheaban entre ellas las patas.
Los dulces eran salados, los salados eran dulces, el pastel era... bah, bah, ¡pero qué mundo es este!
Los globos con "Feliz Cumpleaños" escrito eran — adivinen — cuadrados.
La velada llegaba a su fin y fuegos artificiales brillaron en el cielo para celebrar a los turistas... y también eran cuadrados.
"¡Qué amables y simpáticos estos marcianos!" dijo Mamá pata, y continuó: "A Marte hemos llegado, visto lo hemos visto, divertidas nos hemos divertido. Ahora pensemos en volver a la Tierra."
De repente, la voz del comandante de la nave avisó a los pasajeros de la inminente llegada de una nave espacial para el regreso.
Las tres patas no esperaban otra cosa. Se despidieron y, a través de un puente de conexión, entraron directamente en la nave. Y abajo, hacia su planeta.
Observando la partida de los turistas desde los ventanales de la nave, los marcianos vestidos de camareros lanzaron al espacio decenas de globos de colores.
En el universo, bajo un cielo estrellado, los satélites vagaban alrededor de la nave espacial. Venus brillaba a lo lejos y la Luna, cada vez más cerca, sonreía con su cara llena.
Al llegar a la Tierra, bajaron al corral las tres felices.
Globos cuadrados con "Feliz Cumpleaños" escrito flotaban en el aire.
¡Qué sorpresa! Esto es sin duda obra de los marcianos.
Y contando por ahí su aventura galáctica, las dos patitas hicieron muchos amigos. Todos querían saber de su viaje a Marte.
Nuestro planeta será redondo, será grande, será pequeño, será hermoso, y siempre será nuestro hogar.
— Escrita por Lucia & Marco Ciappelli

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CRUISE TO MARS | THREE DUCKS ON A JOURNEY
Mama duck had two daughters, and she loved taking them on trips to faraway places. The two ducklings had few friends, but they often went out and about.
They played in the farmyard pretending to be a group, and even on their birthday, they ate the big cake all by themselves.
As a gift, Mama decided to take them on a cruise to Mars. She organized the trip on a spaceship for tourists, got tickets for an intergalactic Martian party, and departure as soon as possible — before you could say "quack quack."
While all three of them were in the yard ready for the trip, they saw a strange object flying low over the farm. Landing on the ground, a small square figure appeared at a hatch and said:
"Excuse me, are you the ones with three tickets to Mars and three for the intergalactic party?"
The ducklings looked at each other in amazement. They had never seen a square creature before — square head, square eyes, even the smile seemed square.
"Yes, that's us!" replied Mama duck.
"Quack! Quack! Quack!" chimed the ducklings in chorus, hopping with excitement.
"Please, come aboard," said the Martian with a little squared bow. "The journey to Mars is about to begin."
And in one leap they boarded the spaceship, so curious and excited for this new adventure. The strange vehicle took off as fast as a gust of wind.
In space, it was rush hour. The spaceship found itself in a queue, and the Martian pilot honked the horn: "Bleep, bleep!"
He leaned out the window and grumbled: "It's getting harder and harder to travel! Look at that, there's even a playful little planet spinning around on itself like it's a carousel! Oh, what fun — move over, let me pass, and keep on playing!"
Due to the cosmic traffic jam, the spaceship landed on Mars slightly behind schedule.
"How wonderful!" exclaimed the ducklings when they saw a ship made entirely of glass, ready for the cruise, where they were invited to come aboard.
There was a great bustle of small square Martians.
"Good morning, Mrs. Duck, please make yourself comfortable!" they said with a bow, while the ducklings — quack, quack, quack — chattered and hopped about happily.
In the background, square guitars played Interplanetary Rock.
The three travelers, with their little faces pressed against the windows, gazed in wonder at the red color of the planet.
The ship set off slowly across the sand, but suddenly the engines began to roar and up, toward the top of a mountain, then down over the red rocks — it felt like being on a roller coaster, up and down, up and down. Then it would settle again and slowly cross immense valleys.
"What a strange sight! What a strange vehicle that travels over rocks and sand!" the tourists commented.
The hours passed amid wonders and discoveries. Time flew by.
Evening came. On the Martian ship, Mama duck and the ducklings showed up all dressed up, with bows and ribbons, for the intergalactic birthday party.
The waiters danced, offered their arms to the tourists, and served to the sound of Rock music. Small Martians approached the ducklings and, showering them with compliments, hopping and dancing, played with them.
The party had begun.
"Everything here is square — the glasses, the bottles!" the ducks whispered to each other.
The sweet treats were salty, the salty ones were sweet, the cake was... well, well, what kind of world is this!
The balloons with "Happy Birthday" written on them were — guess what — square.
The evening was coming to an end and fireworks lit up the sky to celebrate the tourists... and they were square too.
"How kind and lovely these Martians are!" said Mama duck, and continued: "We made it to Mars, we've seen what there was to see, we've had our fun. Now let's think about going back to Earth."
Suddenly, the ship commander's voice announced the imminent arrival of a spaceship for the return trip.
The three ducks couldn't wait. They said their goodbyes and, crossing a connecting bridge, stepped directly into the spaceship. And down, toward their planet.
Watching the tourists depart through the ship's windows, the Martians in their waiter uniforms launched dozens of colorful balloons into space.
In the universe, under a starry sky, satellites wandered around the spaceship. Venus shone in the distance, and the Moon, ever closer, smiled with her full face.
Arriving back on Earth, all three stepped down onto the farmyard, happy.
Square balloons with "Happy Birthday" written on them floated in the air.
What a surprise! This is certainly the work of the Martians.
And by telling everyone about their galactic adventure, the two ducklings made lots of friends. Everyone wanted to hear about their trip to Mars.
Our planet may be round, may be big, may be small, may be beautiful, and it will always be our home.
— Written by Lucia & Marco Ciappelli

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