The true story of the "White Lady"
It was 15th century. One of those years, as it was flowing away, had given birth to a sweet creature. She was the daughter of Count Gaspare Martinengo, one of the two heirs of that Antonio I Martinengo who was enfeoffed of the lands of Gabbiano on March 7, 1443. This was the reward that the Venetian Republic benevolently offered to the leader for his services and military successes. to be continued
"Mario Marius Stroppa"
Ruzante is the name they gave me but, I wanted to be called Mario. And now that I am a ghost, to those who ask me my name I answer, in fact, Mario. I am restless, always looking for things to do.
But after sixty years I don't have much to discover in the Pandino castle, of which I know each stone, wood, crevice and hiding place. But I'm fond of it. to be continued
the legend of the two towers di Anna Martinenghi
Non chiamatemi castello. Sono femmina. Femmina senza fronzoli e senza corona. Fatta per i guerrieri, non per i re. Le mie mura solide come i fianchi di una donna che sappia come usarli, le mie torri vi fissano interrogative, il mio ventre racchiude lance, frecce e catapulte. Qui si vive scomodo e in allerta. Notte e giorno. Sole o pioggia. Il nemico è alle porte. Sempre. Io proteggo. Sono la Rocca. ... continua
Gorzone, Boario Terme
The sharp well of Gorzone
Let us begin by narrating from a story by Renzo Bresciani, published forty years ago (1980) in the volume "Brescia nell'obiettivo di Fausto Schena", under the heading "Valcamonica", a valley that "can offer you a “pitoto” carved into the living rock by mysterious hands, and then reveal to you the pious blasphemy of the Calvary of Cerveno, or the grim profile of a castle in Garzone..." to be continued