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For two and a half years finally live in a city 'which has an airport. And - of course - two and a half years I do not take a plane.
Patience. Looking at the city 'from the bottom. Portici a bit 'crumbling columns and peeling ocher uneven mosaic floors, an air in which we put experienced extraordinary shops and beautiful people. The omnipresence of food is felt everywhere, in a setting of luxury is hard to understand if not here, and that mixes historic charm, with its medieval towers and Renaissance palaces, to the delight of a city 'at the table as rich in social life. There is good in Bologna. Maybe with a different atmosphere, worn by the rampant degradation, but still alive and welcoming. Often, when I walk alone, come to my mind the words of a song by Almond .. "I will never walk alone the pavement of this bitter town". Sometimes the loneliness brings up the big city 'inhospitable and cruel, but sometimes can masquerade dientro a sort of refined melancholy, in which there is no' sadness but only the awareness of being alone, explorers of a great world we non-hostile. One pretends to busy, sometimes you establish a clear destination and walking briskly with his head down with the desire to go unnoticed. At times it all seems worth noting. A face, an architectural detail, the arrangement of goods in a shop window, a special light that can be slipped obliquely to illuminate a house. I fully understand the painting of Hopper, which on Monday 'I saw the exhibition at Palazzo Reale in Milan,' cause does not need to explain anything. A realism that tearing seemingly trivial little details hidden stories only hinted at, but there are alien in their fragmented '. Yet behind those poses or situations so 'insignificant there' a world that we would like ours, which escapes us as strangers, but that attracts us and makes us want to be "everything to everyone."
in Milan at La Scala was in the fateful moment before 7 December. Too bad I was outside, in the role of protester sessantottino new to me. Cosi 'fun to be almost a source of shame. Yet in the midst of these ramshackle choir, those whistles spaccatimpani those banners and soaked in rain when you are celebrating the musical culture there was really a lot of anger and concern. The lights flash in the distance of the many celebrities' stride so obvious. For the first time I was curious to know who they were for those shots, I was really sensitive to the cause of the musicians. Do not really know if the end of the year will be 'full of lights and shadows, to fortune-least-we are in Bologna the porches to shelter from the rain ...