GAUDFULNESSE

Dusk of a town whose duomo hosts no saint's bones, but those of a poet clamoring in the vulgate. Seven centuries back. Lost his spouse when the floor of his house gave way during a dance.

Quanno iubel c’è acceso, sì fa l’omo clamare. lo cor d’amor è apreso, che no ’l pò comportare; stridenno el fa gridare e non virgogna allore. —from "O iubelo de core," Jacopone da Todi

Translation perhaps to be attempted hence. For now, triangulation.