Messages To A New Baby

VIII
For whom does the hurdy

Monna Lucrezia is a dreamer. Dream since she was a child and he does it to escape a reality that is devoid of any pleasure.
Vanni, with his inventions, makes her feel extraordinarily alive. But above all, intrigued with the romance of what he saw. Or rather, he imagined seeing. She understood immediately that his adventures are largely the fruit of his fertile imagination, but she likes that her spontaneous and captivating storytelling. Stories to which you do not believe at all but she likes just because they are impossible. Even when he whispers words of love, Lucrezia knows that is not his bag of flour but laughs a laugh that breaks the silence of the Argentine salt desert Smilee.
"Lust is the cause of generation. Gluttony is the maintenance of life. "Whispers the painter, while he kisses her neck in the sweltering heat of the barn or in the shade of the fig tree, impersonating those who are his thoughts of his friend Leonardo.
Vanni has offered to give her a picture and Panciatichi, moved to pity by his clothes torn and his thinness, has done to commission the painting. In truth, convinced him above all the prayers of Lucrezia, who, poor thing, is bored to death relegated in that campaign that knows no other music and song of the crickets, or other dance outside of the fires that burn in the middle of the stubble.
Messer Simone knows she is old and too busy with his trade to meet the young and restless wife so different from women in her family. Only now he realizes that he was wrong to marry her. But it is late. It also does not want to give satisfaction to his parents who both have opposed this union with a woman from an enemy family.
So when she, blushing like a child discovering a steal cherries, tells those who are the whispers while the portrait is in the shadow of the tower, Sir Simon shakes his head and lets you take melancholy. So, to make her smile, I promise that before the end of summer invite guests and musicians. It will make a big party where she'll be the queen.
Vanni, for its part, does not realize that Sir Simon is not deceived by his flattery, and it is not so foolish as to believe that one day he will make him popular with his bride, representing it in a portrait that will compete with what a Flemish painter who has done many years before the merchant Arnolfini and his wife. At
Panciatichi not escape some eyes that the young accomplices addressed to his wife while she plays for an old hurdy-gurdy that found in a trunk. It does not escape the frenzy that even shake the legs of Lucretia: the joy that emanates from the instrument makes me want to dance barefoot. I would gladly, if not a temptation of the devil.
Simon understands and contemplates in silence. While fearing the vitality of his wife, knows that his wisdom senile must move away from the heart of every shade of jealousy. What evidence is rather a feeling of compassion, combined with nostalgia for his youth now fled. For this is so magnanimous as to let it intoxicate Lucrezia heat of the afternoon and that the red curls of her to be confused with the red fields of poppies.