That very day, in via del Duomo in Pesaro, a child was born. His father, Giuseppe Rossini, played the trumpet and the horn. The mother, Anna Guidarini, was a beautiful girl who sewed hats and sang soprano with an angel voice. It is said that the birth pangs tore the woman lying on the bed and next to this bed there were statues of several saints. Anna begged them to alleviate her pain, when suddenly began to blow a strong wind and started raining with a crash. The thunder of lightning dropped from the bedside all the statues except that of St. James. Suddenly the wind stopped, the rain ended and the crying full of breath of a beautiful baby greeted life. The parents decided to call Joachim, the son blessed by a saint and by a night of passing rain. That child growing up would become the great Gioacchino Rossini but in our history is just Hurricane Gioacchin...
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