Sunday, which was the olive tree, appointed in the
Bronzino house certain miraculous cracks .
Monday from morning ebi uno ne the garden
that tied and aconciò the garden - the spade.
On Tuesday, I made that leg with my thigh
underneath those ranks called up above, that is,
and in the evening I had dinner with a half-head of hovel.
Wednesday two huovas, and in the evening the gociola
czech baker fell .
Thursday other meza fritta.
On Friday, which was the holy day, I would have dinner an egg-fish with only sugar and 8 ounces of bread.
On Saturday I worked that boulder; and came El Duca to Sancto Lorenzo, that is, to the office; in the evening I did not have dinner.
Sunday, Easter, was a great cold and great wind
aqua; I desulted with Bronzino 6 ounces of bread and in the
evening I would not have dinner.
Monday colder and windy and aqua; and in
the evening I would have dinner at the Daniello house with 6 ounces of bread.
Tuesday was beautiful asai; and in the evening dinner once 10 ounces of bread. Wednesday morning it was cold and close to home; I had
9 ounces of bread, lamb and the most beautiful of them.
Thursday I worked those two arms; and I had 9 ounces
of bread, meat and cheese, and it was fry.
On Friday I stuck my head with that boulder underneath it, I had dinner 9 ounces of bread, an egg-fish and a salad,
and I have a head that turns me a buondato.
Saturday I stumbled over a boulder and a hand, and I had 10 ounces of bread. Sunday I had 10 ounces of bread and the same tucto el dì stracco, weak and annoying; it was beautiful, and the moon faded.
Jacopo Pontormo, My book