#il drago

Lancia Stratos and Sandro Munari "Il Drago"

FRA MITO E REALTA’ – SAN GIORGIO E IL DRAGO

Il 23 Aprile si commemora San Giorgio (Cappadocia, 275-285 circa – Nicomedia, 23 aprile 303), martire venerato da molte Chiese che ammettono il culto dei Santi.

In iconografia San Giorgio è rappresentato, nella maggior parte dei casi, vestito con una corazza e in sella a un cavallo bianco, nell’atto di trafiggere con la sua lunga lancia un feroce drago. Secondo la “Leggenda Aurea” (una collezione…

Enzo sat at his desk with yet again nothing to do, tapping his pen against his polished desk as he set his head in his hand. His eyes glazed over as he stared at a gem on his desk, a frown tugging at his normally smiling face. He reached his free hand over, sliding his finger over the dark amethyst, biting his lip firmly as the heaviness he felt in his very being weighed down on him yet again.

Yes, he was the drago di sorrisi - Dragon of Smiles, but he was not without his hardships. One in particular being the most painful to face.

It was the year 2009, and he was just beginning his life as a young mafioso. He had attended a mission on his own, his handful of men with him to learn the way he wanted things done. And then he saw the smile and the glowing eyes that chilled him to the bone. He had no time to run as the dark circle surrounded his feet and he was frozen to the spot. "No!" He cried into the cold alleyway, his breath showing in the air as he fell to his knees, dark tendrils sliding from the abyss beneath him and gripping all over his body, pulling him to the earth.

The eyes showed themselves to be attached to a rather suave looking man dressed in blacks and purples, similar tendrils attaching to him as well - though he appeared to be having a better time of it. "Your life is bound to mine now, Dragon." He hissed, a sharp-toothed grin showing off across his face. "It is a move called Destiny Bond, known only to few. If I die, you die." He winked playfully and Enzo shook his head in despair. "Capture him, but do not hurt him!" He cried to his men.

Like a stampede, the group was upon the Gengar, gripping the man by his upper arms and finally, both were released from the life-fusing bond. "Your name!" Enzo demanded and the man laughed loudly. "That is not important, Enzo." "How do you know my name?!" "Also not important."

It was not long before Enzo had the man locked in a room, taking his shoelaces from him and removing anything harmful from the bedroom. It was months before the special cell was designed, padded with memory foam cushions and filled with items for entertainment and enjoyment. He wanted his guest to be comfortable and safe, after all. "I hope you enjoy living here for the rest of our lives," Enzo hissed coldly to the ghost-type as he placed him in the cell. "You'll be given a change of pajamas every other day." he shrugged and closed his eyes. "Research will be done to see if we can keep both our lives as long as possible," he hissed and finally the door was shut with a soft "thmp."

"Perhaps I should pay my guest a visit," Enzo sighed, rising from his desk and starting down one of the long halls until he met an odd door, opening it and stepping inside.

Edificato tra l'aprile ed il luglio del 1375 il Palazzo di Giustizia di Soave ospita la preziosa enoteca Al Drago apprezzata per l'ottima selezione di vini bianchi locali. Un luogo adatto a traccia e al significato delle sue collezioni. © Courtesy of Gianpaolo Arena