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In the middle of the journey of our life I found myself in a dark forest because the straight path was lost. Ouch as to say what it was this wild and harsh and strong forest that in thought renews fear! It is so bitter that little is more death; but to deal with the good I found there, I will speak of the others things that I have found there. I do not know how to redirect how I entered you, so full of sleep was that at that point the true way I abandoned. But then I was at the foot of a hill I reached, where that valley ended which frightened my compassionate heart, I looked up, and saw her shoulders already clothed with the rays of planet that leads others straight through each calle ...
The day was going away, and the brown air took away the souls who are on earth from their labors; and I only one yes of the journey and yes of pity, which will retract the mind that does not err. O muses, o high genius, now help; or mind that you wrote what I saw, your dignity will appear here. I began: «Poet that guide me, look at my virtue if it is mighty, before you trust me at the high step. You say that Silvio's the relative, still corruptible, went to immortal century, and was sensibly. However, if the opponent of all I was badly courteous, thinking of the high effect that had to go out of him, and the one who does not seem unworthy to man 'intellect; which was of the alma Rome and of her empire of her in the empyrean heaven for chosen father: which is the one, to tell the truth, the successor of Major Piero was established for the holy place ...
'For me you go to the sorrowful city, for me you go to eternal pain, for me you go among the lost people. Justice moved my high steward; make me the divine power, the highest wisdom is the first love. Before me there are created things only, and I eternal hard. Leave all hope, you who enter '. These words of dark color he saw written at the top of a door; for which I: «Master, their sense is hard for me». And he to me, as a shrewd person: «Here it is convenient to leave every suspicion; every cowardice agrees that she is dead here. We have come to the place where I told you that you will see the people painful they have lost us the good of the intellect ». And then that her hand to mine with a happy face, so I comforted myself, he put me inside the secret things. There sighs, tears and high troubles resounded for the air without stars, because I tears at the beginning of it ...
Break my high sleep in a heavy throne in my head, so that I awoke as a person who is necessarily awake; and the eye rested around moved, straight up, and fixed I looked to know the place where I was. It is true that on the bank I found myself in the valley of the painful abyss which is home to infinite troubles. Dark and deep it was and so hazy that, to poke my face into it, I could discern nothing in it. "Now let's go down here into the blind world," began the dull poet. "I will be first, and you will be second." And I, who had noticed the color, said: "How will I come, if you fear that my doubting is comforting?" And he to me: «The anguish of the people who are down here, in my face paint that pity that you feel for fear. Let's go, because the long way sighs ». So he got in and so he let me enter the first circle that the abyss swirls ...
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In the middle of the journey of our life I found myself in a dark forest because the straight path was lost. Ouch as to say what it was this wild and harsh and strong forest that in thought renews fear! It is so bitter that little is more death; but to deal with the good I found there, I will speak of the others things that I have found there. I do not know how to redirect how I entered you, so full of sleep was that at that point the true way I abandoned. But then I was at the foot of a hill I reached, where that valley ended which frightened my compassionate heart, I looked up, and saw her shoulders already clothed with the rays of planet that leads others straight through each calle ...
The day was going away, and the brown air took away the souls who are on earth from their labors; and I only one yes of the journey and yes of pity, which will retract the mind that does not err. O muses, o high genius, now help; or mind that you wrote what I saw, your dignity will appear here. I began: «Poet that guide me, look at my virtue if it is mighty, before you trust me at the high step. You say that Silvio's the relative, still corruptible, went to immortal century, and was sensibly. However, if the opponent of all I was badly courteous, thinking of the high effect that had to go out of him, and the one who does not seem unworthy to man 'intellect; which was of the alma Rome and of her empire of her in the empyrean heaven for chosen father: which is the one, to tell the truth, the successor of Major Piero was established for the holy place ...
'For me you go to the sorrowful city, for me you go to eternal pain, for me you go among the lost people. Justice moved my high steward; make me the divine power, the highest wisdom is the first love. Before me there are created things only, and I eternal hard. Leave all hope, you who enter '. These words of dark color he saw written at the top of a door; for which I: «Master, their sense is hard for me». And he to me, as a shrewd person: «Here it is convenient to leave every suspicion; every cowardice agrees that she is dead here. We have come to the place where I told you that you will see the people painful they have lost us the good of the intellect ». And then that her hand to mine with a happy face, so I comforted myself, he put me inside the secret things. There sighs, tears and high troubles resounded for the air without stars, because I tears at the beginning of it ...
Break my high sleep in a heavy throne in my head, so that I awoke as a person who is necessarily awake; and the eye rested around moved, straight up, and fixed I looked to know the place where I was. It is true that on the bank I found myself in the valley of the painful abyss which is home to infinite troubles. Dark and deep it was and so hazy that, to poke my face into it, I could discern nothing in it. "Now let's go down here into the blind world," began the dull poet. "I will be first, and you will be second." And I, who had noticed the color, said: "How will I come, if you fear that my doubting is comforting?" And he to me: «The anguish of the people who are down here, in my face paint that pity that you feel for fear. Let's go, because the long way sighs ». So he got in and so he let me enter the first circle that the abyss swirls ...