The history of Comacchio told by…
It was sunset.
... When I hauled down the sail, I pushed myself by oars to earth...
I walked through the canal banks, crossed a bridge, then another one.
I found myself in a strange and characteristic labyrinth of canals and alleyways...
I felt the palpable silence of Comacchio.
I saw an agile boat slip into the distance and saw the sequence of houses reflected with the pallor of twilight, in the water of the canal.
I had the feeling of an old voice that spoke to me from the silence.
It was the inmost soul of the place what I proved in that tangle of houses, water and sky.
Here is Comacchio the pale, she was all in that little heart of her.
I heard the thrill of two hooves and the figure of a young girl outlined against the sky.
The moon overlooking the bridge threw in the waters a flash of countless stars...
A. Beltramelli - 1905