Per chi l’avesse dimenticato. La vita dell’omo di Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
Nove mesi a la puzza: poi in fassciola
tra sbasciucchi, lattime e llagrimoni:
poi p’er laccio, in ner crino, e in vesticciola,
cor torcolo e l’imbraghe pe ccarzoni.
Poi comincia er tormento de la scola,
l’abbeccè, le frustate, li ggeloni,
la rosalía, la cacca a la ssediola,
e un po’ de scarlattina e vvormijjoni.
Poi viè ll’arte, er diggiuno, la fatica,
la piggione, le carcere, er governo,
lo spedale, li debbiti, la fica,
er zol d’istate, la neve d’inverno…
E pper urtimo, Iddio sce bbenedica,
viè la Morte, e ffinissce co l’inferno.
Streets of Rome became shoes of Rome. Pay attention while you are walking. I found these Grey Shoes and I shot them like in a dream…
Believe it or not, there are a lot of shoes on the streets of Rome. These are very nice: White Shoes
I’m writing these few lines without really knowing why. Perhaps it’s to overcome the fear. The cold. The dark. Despite the locks, the boards and the other devices, I can still hear the noise of the rain and the wind quite distinctly. Especially the low frequency growls of the thunder. Just as well my mobile battery is fully charged. I’m writing in the dark. The only light is that of the computer screen. With the monitor on low, from where I am, I can scarcely see to read what I write. Doesn’t matter. That way I hope the battery lasts as long as it can. I’m wearing all I was able to find. But I’m cold inside my body. I think it’s got to do with the dark. Lack of light seems to seep into the very marrow of the bone.
Darkness is cold. I’ve never felt so alone and such a prey to an uncertain future. Even if I know that help will come soon. Even if here I have all I need to tide me over for a few days. Food and drink. Some batteries for my torch. I’ve turned it off for now. It’s like living underground. I know there’s something out there. But this something isn’t friendly at all. A monster is eating up all we built. I’m lucky to be here, live here, where everything can resist the fury of the tornado. I try to imagine what it’s like out there, as the low frequencies continue to make the reinforced concrete, the wooden beams and the walls tremble. They sound like ghosts inside me. Then a few moments’ silence, even more uncanny than the hubbub I’ve been hearing these last few days. If I write I feel better. As if there were someone in here with me. I don’t know if I’ll ever really leave this refuge. I don’t know whether I’ll ever send this text to someone either. Maybe I’ll post it on some social network or other…
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Mixing Time with life. Is it possible?
Livorno è un comune italiano di 158 699 abitanti. Roma Con 2 875 472 abitanti è il comune più popoloso d’Italia e il quarto dell’Unione europea, mentre con 1.287,36 km² è il comune più esteso d’Italia e tra le maggiori capitali europee e mondiali per ampiezza del territorio. La città è dotata di un ordinamento amministrativo speciale, denominato Roma Capitale, disciplinato da una legge dello Stato.
Livorno is a comune (municipality) with a population of 158,699 inhabitants. Rome With 2 875 472 inhabitants it is the most populous municipality in Italy and the fourth in the European Union, with 1,287.36 km² it is the largest municipality in Italy and among the largest European and world capitals for the breadth of the territory. The city is endowed with a special administrative order, called Rome Capital, governed by a state law.
This is Palazzo Cremona in Segni (cfr yesterday). The building is a typical example of the 18th century architecture in Segni. In the back of the palace stretches the polygonal garden that, in Roman times, housed the temple of the goddess Bona.
From my Family Archive: Segni, about 60 km south of Rome
Cherub, putto, angel or … just clouds? What is your fantasy?
In the Window you can find the sky. On the wall you can find the time