Ik heb de naam van de vallei niet gevonden (Valsorda ligt aan de noordkant van de Monte Serrasanta). Ter compensatotie heb ik chatGPT dan maar gevraagd er een gedicht over te schrijven in de stijl van Dante Alighieri :-):
In the middle of the journey of our life
I found myself in a dark valley,
because the straight path was lost.
Alas, it is hard to say what it was
this valley wild and rough and strong
that in thought renews fear!
Such is the antiquity that is brought there
of cities and castles and churches
that make others marvel at their lot.
And between the walls and the burning towers
of history and art and a lot of culture
you can see the flower of Umbria that does not yield.
But not, however, that fear in me is not gone
the sight that appeared to me of a great hill
which in heaven seemed to go to the bitter end.
It was Subasio, who with his bulk
it dominates the whole valley around
and makes the heart hear the high word.
So I set about climbing its outline,
hoping to find some guidance
to show me the way back.
And as I ascended with a bold soul,
I saw a light shining above
and called me in a pleasant voice.
He was the saint of Assisi, the enamel father,
who said to me: "Son, come to me,
I will show you the supreme enamel".
Then I moved towards him with faith,
and he led me along the Franciscan way
where you can see the hermitage and the fé.
And as we went on the far way,
he said to me: "This valley is blessed
from God and from nature and from human
work, which has done so much choice here
of saints and poets and warriors
who make this land another destination".
And so we came to the end of the paths,
where you can see Assisi and its splendor,
and I thanked my good sir.
And I said: "O my father, I see love
in this valley and in these pious people,
which makes this place a great value".
And he to me: "Son, you are well away;
now go, and bring the news to the world
of this valley that has no envy".