Biblioteche dell'Alto Adige

Abstract: All was quiet on the Nile's banks.The sun was disappearing behind the high plumed palms, while flames were colouring the river's waters that appeared like fresh-fused bronze. On the eastern side a violet mist was growing thicker, announcing the darkness.A man was standing on a bank, leaning against a palm trunk, as being immersed in his thoughts. His vague look wandered on the waters, which were breaking with a sweet gurgle on the papyri roots in the mud.He was a handsome Egyptian boy, maybe eighteen years old. His shoulders were broad and strong, he had muscular arms with thin and tapered hands, wonderful and regular features, black hair and black eyes.