An ancient legend, a few notes, said that a brood of eagles in flight has been interposed between the sun and the powerful but capricious father Jupiter, as he gazed into the sun the vague appearance of the nymph beloved.
The God, greatly disturbed by what he hurled his powerful lightning against the misguided flock, and the vultures, turned into bitches guaiolanti, rushed along the Tyrrhenian Sea in a terrible rumbling, which terrified those who were to sail in that vicinity.
She returned to her mother, the eagle's nest and found it empty Olympus, angry for the excesses of the god, the same churches to die of grief for the loss of its young, or, if this is not possible because of its origin God, grant the least to go far in search of his lost and eagles can live close to them.
Moved that the Jupiter embracing the weeping mother of the preceding, allowed her to leave the Hall. Flying day and night, guided by the maternal instinct, the eagle went to the place of punishment of his children.
While sorrowful and tired for his long flight, decided to rest, began the flight down, she came to clear the signs of the presence of his eaglets in the water below. Balzatole joy of the heart in his chest, he ventured, in his secret, disdain Jupiter, attributing to themselves alone, and not to the evil god, the ability to find the sweet children.
But, alas, - the legend goes - God is offended and suddenly hurls against another superb lightning
I pay now his revenge, Jupiter recalls the promise made, and to live up to their word, allows the unhappy mother to lie down on the Tyrrhenian shores. The head, touching the ground, becomes a steep cliff, high above the pit of the stomach, in the bottom of which can penetrate only fish the waters of the vast sea sirens and terrified.
The rest of the body and tail would be represented by the plateau gently sloping ground at the foot of the last hills of the Apennines. The brood of eaglets, took the form of sharp rocks.
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