Marcello was a cook in the kitchens of the royal palace, and cooked dishes prelibatissimi for the King and Queen Philip Anselmo. He knew how to make gnocchi and cheese tart to the thousands of cioccolatatissima, which was not a normal cocoa cream, because he had a secret recipe and could prepare the most delicious chocolate from all over the country. Marcello was a cook in the leg, but cooking was not his only passion. He liked the music so much, and sometimes he was sorry he never learned to play an instrument. You could find in her kitchen stirring the pots in humming a tune, although it was not very in tune.
For the feast of the fiftieth anniversary of marriage of the king and queen, he prepared a delicious dinner for all guests present millesettecentoventidue: good-good toasted with a pinch of kindness, wonder-filled ravioli with walnut sauce and formaggissimo, supergolosa pizza with mozzarella and sweet caramel ultrafilante nice-nice with an avalanche of whipped cream. The guests were amazed and talked of the dinner for centuries to come. The king and queen were so excited that makes for Marcello a pot full of gold coins. They said that there was enough gold to repay their gratitude, but because gold is worth less than you think, but with the hope that their gift would have fulfilled his wishes. Marcello
So he left the royal palace and bought a beautiful house in the country, with a small garden and a well to draw water. It was a beautiful place, between the mountains and the sea, and nearby is an ancient forest inhabited by gnomes. The gnomes were people in place, although a little weird. They loved to invent something new, and sometimes the window he saw a flash or Marcello felt an explosion coming from the woods, and knew that one of their inventions had gone wrong. Every first of the month he invited them into his house for a dinner of delicious, and every time he gives one of their bizarre inventions. Most of them did not know what to do, but not disrespectful to his guests, he pretended to be excited, and then go and hide in the cellar. But
Forg one day, the elf elder of the community, gave him two strange objects in the shape of the funnel. - I am sure that our invention will enjoy a lot. These are two very special sound recorder. I can perceive the hidden symphonies, those found in nature but that the ear can not steal, like the concert of the cypresses, the ballad of the moon, the air of twilight, the madrigal of the clouds, the tarantella of drizzle, stream of the operetta, the star of the night and the wonderful symphony of the rainbow ...
- The Symphony of the rainbow? - Marcello asked incredulously.
- Ah, that's my favorite! - Mastro said the gnome. Intrigued by the
strange invention, but also a little skeptical, Marcello left his house one morning when the sun still had not turned up. He climbed the nearby hill, and turning his gaze to the east, waiting impatiently for the dawn. With him she had two funnels, which pointed in the direction that would soon be facing the sun. He waited, clutching my coat on because it was a bit 'cold, until a first beam struck him in the face, a true spectacle. We hope that these devices have recorded everything, he thought as he returned back. It just went into the house, feeling inspired, went into the kitchen to make an apple pie with golden stars of silver sugar. Put the music in the background that the two funnels were caught by the rising sun, the dawn song. What a beautiful melody, all for strings and bagpipes. Marcello was stunned, and hoped that soon would be a good time, and that the sun smiling irrompesse thus giving him the most beautiful rainbow that had ever been seen. Marcello
Cook lived for many years in his house near the forest of gnomes, and promptly at the beginning of each new month gave a party with his little friends. He recorded more great songs that nature composed during the years of his long life, and sometimes played during these holidays, and I enjoyed all the gnomes, and the forest animals to hear them approaching. Marcello lived happily cook until it novantatreesimo birthday.
That day a man knocked on his door. He was dressed in shade and wind, with two red eyes that burned under the long hood. Orog said his name and be a world traveler. Marcello did not know what he meant, but he did sit down and offered him tea with freshly baked biscuits with honey. Orog explained that during his last trip was in decline across a world full of unhappy men. Over there everybody was running after something, destroying everything that stands in front of them. Nobody seemed to realize that the reason for their unhappiness was really all that running. Orog hoped that if they hear the symphony of the rainbow, they would finally stop. This was the reason of his visit, he wanted to funnel the magic of gnomes, who recorded all the sounds of nature, and with the help of these might have saved that world.
Marcello, bent on rocking chair, looking pensive shadow cloaked in the wind. - Get me just what you ask, my guest ... but first answer this question, you believe that these men can really accorgesi of beauty, after spending a lifetime to ignore it?
Orog looked old. - I do not know ... but this is their last hope.
Then he grabbed the two funnels and disappeared into the darkest night.
So he left the royal palace and bought a beautiful house in the country, with a small garden and a well to draw water. It was a beautiful place, between the mountains and the sea, and nearby is an ancient forest inhabited by gnomes. The gnomes were people in place, although a little weird. They loved to invent something new, and sometimes the window he saw a flash or Marcello felt an explosion coming from the woods, and knew that one of their inventions had gone wrong. Every first of the month he invited them into his house for a dinner of delicious, and every time he gives one of their bizarre inventions. Most of them did not know what to do, but not disrespectful to his guests, he pretended to be excited, and then go and hide in the cellar. But
Forg one day, the elf elder of the community, gave him two strange objects in the shape of the funnel. - I am sure that our invention will enjoy a lot. These are two very special sound recorder. I can perceive the hidden symphonies, those found in nature but that the ear can not steal, like the concert of the cypresses, the ballad of the moon, the air of twilight, the madrigal of the clouds, the tarantella of drizzle, stream of the operetta, the star of the night and the wonderful symphony of the rainbow ...
- The Symphony of the rainbow? - Marcello asked incredulously.
- Ah, that's my favorite! - Mastro said the gnome. Intrigued by the
strange invention, but also a little skeptical, Marcello left his house one morning when the sun still had not turned up. He climbed the nearby hill, and turning his gaze to the east, waiting impatiently for the dawn. With him she had two funnels, which pointed in the direction that would soon be facing the sun. He waited, clutching my coat on because it was a bit 'cold, until a first beam struck him in the face, a true spectacle. We hope that these devices have recorded everything, he thought as he returned back. It just went into the house, feeling inspired, went into the kitchen to make an apple pie with golden stars of silver sugar. Put the music in the background that the two funnels were caught by the rising sun, the dawn song. What a beautiful melody, all for strings and bagpipes. Marcello was stunned, and hoped that soon would be a good time, and that the sun smiling irrompesse thus giving him the most beautiful rainbow that had ever been seen. Marcello
Cook lived for many years in his house near the forest of gnomes, and promptly at the beginning of each new month gave a party with his little friends. He recorded more great songs that nature composed during the years of his long life, and sometimes played during these holidays, and I enjoyed all the gnomes, and the forest animals to hear them approaching. Marcello lived happily cook until it novantatreesimo birthday.
That day a man knocked on his door. He was dressed in shade and wind, with two red eyes that burned under the long hood. Orog said his name and be a world traveler. Marcello did not know what he meant, but he did sit down and offered him tea with freshly baked biscuits with honey. Orog explained that during his last trip was in decline across a world full of unhappy men. Over there everybody was running after something, destroying everything that stands in front of them. Nobody seemed to realize that the reason for their unhappiness was really all that running. Orog hoped that if they hear the symphony of the rainbow, they would finally stop. This was the reason of his visit, he wanted to funnel the magic of gnomes, who recorded all the sounds of nature, and with the help of these might have saved that world.
Marcello, bent on rocking chair, looking pensive shadow cloaked in the wind. - Get me just what you ask, my guest ... but first answer this question, you believe that these men can really accorgesi of beauty, after spending a lifetime to ignore it?
Orog looked old. - I do not know ... but this is their last hope.
Then he grabbed the two funnels and disappeared into the darkest night.
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