Fiorile AKA Wild Flower Page #3
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I would have liked to tell you about
my desire to live in the New World,
where everything changes.
Rules that sound eternal get undone.
The estates of the various masters
get undone.
Friends make new friends.
And lovers bind themselves together,
like us.
Today, it is the seventh day
of the month of Fiorile.
That is what my revolution is called,
'The Month of Springtime.'
I hug you tenderly, my Elisabetta,
my Fiorile."
What have you two done to me?
What are you doing?
Stop it! Don't be like this!
I can't see you like this! No!
I swear I will make you happy!
- I swear I will make you happy!
- No!
Swear that you will have no peace
until the man
who had him die is found.
Swear to me!
You all have to swear to me!
Elisabetta never managed
to take revenge.
She died giving birth to a child
in the faraway town
where the family had taken refuge.
But it was after 100 years,
the legend says...
Remember that this is a legend.
...that one
of Elisabetta's descendants
took revenge on her behalf.
- What was her name?
- Elisa, and it was she who...
Wait, Dad, stop!
Mom, I have to pee.
Of course now.
Don't go on, Dad!
I want to hear how the story ends!
- I'll tell it to you!
- No! Mom, watch Dad!
So, Dad? What did they do
with all those gold coins?
They bought everything you see.
The sons of the sons of the Benedetti.
When they came back to this area.
Up until down there.
- Simona, can you hear me?
- Yes!
Oh, they also bought the hotel
where we are staying.
It was the most beautiful villa
in the area.
- They used to live there.
- Come on, wait for her. Just wait.
Look what I've found, Mom!
Come closer.
Like Fiorile.
Where was I, kids?
Elisa, who made revenge.
Elisa had two brothers,
Alessandro and Renzo.
For Alessandro, the elder brother,
it wasn't enough to be rich.
That gold was cursed,
remember this.
And wealth is a hunger
you can't satisfy.
Alessandro also wanted to govern.
He wanted to be elected deputy.
He wanted to go to Rome.
Everything began
On the eve of his campaign,
Alessandro gave a big dinner party,
like they used to do
during the Medici's times,
for the most influential families
of the area.
He had to amaze them,
to astonish them.
He was sure he could do it.
But Elisa, his sister,
hid a secret from him.
The villa was all lit.
- An orchestra was playing.
- At full volume?
Well, more or less.
Like a rock concert?
My dear Alessandro,
how shall we go on without you
in this wild village,
when you will be in Rome?
The problem is getting to Rome.
We must win the elections first.
You'll get there.
They need new people down there.
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