Convent S.Giuseppe of the Teatinis - Palermo;
From the Leopard: To the coffee Romeres to the Four Songs of Country the officers of the departments of watch joked and they sipped you granulate enormous. But it was the solo sign of life of the city: the roads were desert, resonant only of the footstep some watches that went passing with the cross white bandoleers on the breast. To the sides the continuous lower part of the convents, the Abbey of the Mountain, the Stimmates, the Crociferis, the Teatinis, pachidermici, black as the pitch, absorbed in a sleep that resembled to the nothing.............