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Follow That Dream

A party of tourists stop at the edge of a magical city. It's time to say goodbye. Exchange between mobile phones, addresses, emails, remember, the heart is already on the way home. Basically we are just tourists.
doodles on the margin of a sheet of notebook travel remains a glimmer of vision. As if the trip could be resumed after a brief pause, the time for a coffee or a season. But the first drops of a thunderstorm, we bathe the face, bring us back that gleam of vision, they give us in exchange for the smell of wet earth.
Clouds on the horizon (unknown islands) slide up and down hills. A white cloud looks dark in the mirror of the street smiles, forget it.

in Florence until the end of the nineteenth century high walls, sometimes formed by the same houses that overlooks the Arno, stood along the shore, and hid from view the river and the opposite side of town, and from here, Perhaps the psychological origin of the term Oltrarno, as if to signify another place, another city. Only when Florence was capital of Italy, in 1865, formed the current lungarni (seventies), that changed forever the vision of Florence and the relationship with the river of Florence.
Only a few years before Mark Twain admired the view from the bridges of the Arno: "We did stop on the bridges and admire the Arno. It is a great river, steeped in history, four feet deep, and crisscrossed by some barges going up and down . It could plausibly be called the river if we pump into the water. These blacks and bloody Florentines call it river, and think that it really is. They maintain the illusion by building bridges over monuments. I do not understand how not be able to look with objectivity. "And then you lose the alleys of the old town, and runs through the town all night. A stranger in a strange land. Alien as the Lakota Indian in front of the fresco of the Triumph of Death in the Cemetery of Pisa, a few years later.
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With a strong sense of disorientation

The deformation of a story always derives from a partial reading of this, and this is also true in the figurative. A classic example is the transition from figurative to abstract in various coinage of a gold coin minted between 359 and 336 BC under Philip of Macedon, father of Alexander the Great. This coin on the obverse a head of Apollo crowned with laurel, rendered in profile, and on the reverse a chariot. The coin features a design source the figurative "compact, and sensitive to the quality of organic matter in the modeling of the face as well as in almost metallic rigidity of laurel leaves." (Ranuccio Bianchi Bandinelli, Hellenism to the Middle Ages, Editori Riuniti, 1978, p. 183). The Celtic peoples of Gaul were in contact with the Macedonian coins and imitation. "But they were soon introduced variations: the head loses its character as a representation of divinity, in reverse, the chariot, attack foreign to Gaul, was replaced by the familiar scene of a mare with her foal, above a banner: the winged dragon of Gallic military insignia. " (Or p. cited, p. 184). With each new coinage are witnessing a transformation of natural elements. Bianchi Bandinelli rejected the simplistic explanation of inability formal craftsman, he noted that the first stage of the transformation of the image (in this and other examples) is "the dissolution of form in natural elements connected to each other" ( op. cit. p.185). Each element then undergoes independent transformations. The end result is a composition of geometric elements completely abstract. But before we get to the abstract there is a generation of great reasons, crickets, oddities and fabulous monsters, dragons heads and legs, which were only waiting for the dissolution of the greek-roman representation to re-emerge in the viability of a medieval fantasy, where the shell (nautilus ) is the generator of monsters, of fabulous animals, or newspapers. And "if it is found on a mountain, there was created by the constellations. Leonardo da Vinci still attests the existence of this law, "(J. Baltrusaitis, medieval fantasy , Adelphi, 1997). The fossil shell is something alien from another time, another place. Build a strong sense of disorientation, as if, for example, father Christopher, between cries of hounds and dogs, grunting, flatulence and bloating of a number of old sgrullo servant, and witty ciacole of two good boogers at the door of the hut of Don Rodrigo, was finally introduced in the sight of the magnificent lord, Captain Nemo .

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