This is our wealth, a ' image caught anywhere
every corner of Italy in love, wonder, wonder. Its beauty does not leave indifferent neither have left artists, writers, poets and musicians from all over the world who have immortalized and that immortalize with his art, but also the simple passenger who find in her caves the echo of its history, the sight of a color harmony of sound.
Our gift to Italy for his first hundred and fifty years will be tied to places throughout its length make it unique.
cradle of ancient civilization, Italy keeps its beauty and its culture, its great wealth.
Who cuts the culture, the heart of Italy opens a wound that no time can never fill, that no man can ever forgive, an act that will never justified except in the flavor of backwardness and dell'ingiuria.
From the Alps to the minimum we are all brothers!On the lίmiti hatched on the thrones destroyedWe plant the three of our common colorThe green fed the hope so many years;the red . The joy of having accomplished;the white, the faith of brotherly love.(G. Berchet, from " arms! All'armi )
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