Back to Urbino Bramante Whenever I happened to be passing near the tower of San Polo, Luke could not help but look beyond the walls to the south, flying over the row with the eye of valleys and hills that you have growing up to the highest ridges of the Apennines.
And every time I thought of all the landscapes in the world who had not even seen in his long life. Even trying to see them all together there was no one who had ever seemed worthy of that. Not understand the fact that all his trips were useless in trying something nicer. Yet it was not certain of being happy to have every day a similar fortune was doomed to be disappointed by any trip could be undertaken.
"Better disappointed for a fortnight and happy the rest of the year than vice versa: every time I come are more aware of my luck." Then, when the captain
morning like that, with the fog and glossy white reclining at the bottom of the valleys will distinguish the outline of one by one in the way Paolo Uccello dosava colors of horses in the Miracle of the, perhaps illuminated by the same vision five centuries before, he wanted to stay there forever. Instead
had to go.
took his leave from the show continues to enjoy it to the corner of my eye then continue on your way to Piazza del Mercatale: the school trip that awaited him would come any minute and wanted to be punctual. In
close was under the time he passed under the walls. In the darkest point of the wall opened to a dark cave where kids came in who was being subjected to the test of courage. It grows and ages, leaving tracks around everywhere, like snail. Step ahead of those vague memories and the sun came out again, then along the walls to reach the meeting place.
"The new and unseen. If you are running late we will do it all. I read "Living with slow" and I'm quite nervous. Of course too, however, buy ... a book with that title written by a professor: he is good, comes at nine, is the lesson, a student receives if all goes well, then goes in the square table in the bar, newspaper, drink and notes for the new book on moleskine "Dominate the anxiety of happy hour." And you jerk, which clocks in at eight, do not go out until two and then eat at three, three and a half to accompany a child in the pool and the other football (trouble, no sport, and then do it all, but the task even more trouble and how can you not help?) you go shopping and all other committees while the wife does the English course, dine, and then a game of tennis at forty because you do not resign yourself to waiting for you, heart attack, "if I decide to come," but all this only if you have to do a report in the office is impossible with that mess on the table to do and then "Live slow." So go to sleep angry and on Sunday a group of tourists as well because you still have the license and one hundred euro are always handy (who does so you do today you had to live the slow, bravo to you six thousand Euros per month, bravo bravo bravo).
At least I could clean my shoes better, if I knew that they were slow, I've done yesterday with the linesman because these shoes are the parents of the children involved in sports, says the federation because otherwise nobody does that and how do you say no ? The father which rejects the flag in front of everyone under the guise of good shoes, explicit refusal to manhood with its insinuations and suspicions about the paternity of the resulting child can cause a fatal childhood trauma, is never. That's who the linesman in the league, one wonders who always makes you do have to have a child at play, even in the series, perhaps a son secret, otherwise not explained. Or maybe it's the referee who is their son. There. The linesmen are the father and mother of the referee.
Here they are.
Bel coach, opens with a nice crisp sound, the first to get the teacher
... Oh God. Do you feel short of breath, but fails to control himself, he feels redness and burning up now, right in front of her would never want to. Do not know what to say then it is she who speaks:
- Look who's here! I would bet that you would meet, But not now! - His smile is always shameless, laughing even when the rest of the face is serious, and is as beautiful as ever. Solid gold. And how then does not move at all. They do so when women do not like. Approaches him, kisses him on both cheeks. He still does not know what to say, would say something clever but you can say but
- Bea ... -
He stared without speaking for a few interminable seconds, then spoke to Luke: - how old are they? Wait, exactly twenty-six. But I had told a school in Rovigo, Ferrara mica, otherwise I would have really thought about you.
- in fact teaches in Ferrara, cute, you see. Then tell me who gave you the information. - He said, but while watching the kids and then raising his voice - Well, today we'll be together all day but you must not only speak with me mica. They are supported by our fearless young men of Middle School "De Chirico". Kids, say hello to Luke today will be our Cicero - obeyed and those in the choir.
As he spoke. He had always talked so much, he had stunned, in that month who had spent together. But not only with words. Luke had not loved a woman as he loved her. It was not a physiognomist but those full lips, those eyes ever smiling mouth had always remained in his mind as the promise of happiness.
never kept.
It was a tough day. She felt almost faint, and thought not to be in place, those dirty shoes, and then, if only he knew, would give the Drakkar he used in those years, which no longer existed but that he still had a miraculous bottle which left the big occasions and that if he was my god. It was the largest of all. But even then, however, the Drakkar was not served.
With what enabled her legs, accompanied the group to the entrance of the city, as if he went home. Then he remembered that from that point was to introduce the visit, not so without even arise. I mean, come on, facciamogliela see. He had a burst of life and woke stopping:
- Look, guys, let's stop here. From this point you can clearly see the front of the city. From here you see the eyes of Urbino, and you know, the eyes are the mirror of the soul. And as Urbino was described as "city of the soul", it is important to look at her straight in the eye. How many times have you seen expressionless eyes, dead eyes, then finding the looks of people who were barren, that nothing would be given and from which neither you nor the world would have never received anything? People have eyes as vampires, blacks holes that suck the life without giving anything in return. The eyes are bright instead of Urbino, enlightening, rather than steal it. But you must be good to meet them, those eyes, because they are hidden, they are like those of a girl who smiles at you from an alley and escapes inside a door to go up the stairs to an attic.
I'm so, in Urbino, the looks. They are like the eyes of students. You never know
give years to this city, has five hundred or twenty-two? The students never get old. They always twenty years, growing just disappear and give way to other teens, and we remember them always so.
try not to look, as he spoke. Then he remembered that he was turning to the kids and said
- From here you see the facade of the Palazzo Ducale, built in the fifteenth century by Luciano Laurana, an architect who designed the Dalmatian and the dream project of Federico da Montefeltro, one of the greatest princes and commanders Renaissance, but wanted to stay in the history of culture rather than a military one. More to love to hate, for having created more than for having destroyed. Maybe he wanted to atone for the guns with which ruined the beautiful walled city of its time. To this I would like you to remember this city as a city that loves him, if you love her. Mica happens so often in love is rare indeed. Look at this facade of turrets: it is in shadow, cold like a beautiful woman without feeling - talking to those kids to look down but he thought of her, and found it hard to use the right words - then the day progresses, light salt, the sun revolves, your love grows, and suddenly you see her blush with shame and tenderness. No coincidence that the red of his brick is called brick. Cooked as you say when you're in love, is it true guys? There is no one who is cooked, among you?
The kids laughed and looked at every one of them shouting "John, John!" And the poor became all red.
- Here, you have seen? John turned red, perhaps because it is cooked and really do not want know who, right? Let him alone. Sorry, John, have patience. I said that ... up, please be quiet, I said that then in the evening, when we return in this square at the end of the tour and since today is a beautiful clear day it will, maybe we'll find it at last red, cooked with passion, that love warm and strong that matures and then lasts for ever, until sunset.
what you will do today is a trip short and long at the same time. In one day you will go back five centuries -
turned away and walked towards the entrance to the city, thinking, and I twenty years "for a moment the anxiety of abandoning it nearby.
- Now will enter the city through one of the doors of time, Porta Valbona. Then go up immediately left for St. John's via Piola.
- Eros and Thanatos - Bea said catching. - Good cooked this thing, I did not you ever told. And yes you had told me stories.
- Assisi - Luca said, smiling - I brought you back here on a mountain and you saw the top of a tower. "What's that?" You told me. "San Francisco" I told you to tell the church, and you "that San Francisco?" Of Assisi, no? "Oh, is Assisi, but then it's near Urbino." You, too, had brought us in Umbria, but at least it your way.
They got those pegs and never looking back. He knew that the show is growing up behind them, but took care not just by a look, because the climb was the prelude to the plot twist, opening the curtain, like the Rocky steps in Philadelphia or to Montmartre. At the top in fact, Luke broke into a smile without words, and when all had arrived, he just look back at last.
was in those moments that felt completely Urbino, proud of a beauty that involving up to make you feel more beautiful, too. It 's inevitable, living in beauty is like standing water, you would not get wet. The Towers
showed themselves as they always did, from that point.
- you see them? I am like you, laughing and fugitives - he said.
- elusive, I would say, almost disdainful.
- unpleasant, would you say.
- No, I mean noble, proud. Aware of their inability to enjoy right away, even knowing that they never will.
- You seem to know these feelings.
- Perhaps you know them better. I, for my part, I still gotta know.
- We do not know enough, if you do not see from the outside.
- And you see it from outside, your Urbino?
- I try, thinking thus ambiguous, as a woman with a man, androgynous.
Urbs bina is its ancient name.
- Twin, mysterious, then.
- Always. You never know what the part you're looking at.
- And who better understands the study?
- I do not think. When I hear the historians, experts, I seem to hear of cardiologists about love. They studied the detail so that no longer see the assembly.
- Teacher, I lose my pee!
Luke awoke from that dream that he was expanding the time. She had that ability to bring out everything that was inside was like a psychoanalysis, talk to her. No one had ever been able to do anything like that. With
she would not speak of the expense.
And when they did, there would be an unnecessary expense.
Luke regained control of his professionalism
- Guys, now please. I ask you to approach quiet. There. Because there are things that should be viewed in silence. Rooms are called the walls talking. Yes, we speak, but their voice is flebilissima, very low. There are not many in the world, but they are almost all in Italian. The walls of speakers, perhaps you have seen others. The Scrovegni Chapel in Padua, Assisi's Basilica, the Sistine Chapel in the Vatican.
- Assisi! - Little Johnny raised his hand with enthusiasm - I have been there ... - he lowered his voice almost embarrassed - but I have not heard anything.
- Because there was silence, or because you were not listening. Now let's try here. This is the Church of St. John, speaking with the walls painted by the brothers Lorenzo and Jacopo Salimbeni. And 'their masterpiece. We have worked for ten years, let's see if it was worth it.
The boys fell silent and stood in line outside the door of entry. Bea approached Luke
- The walls of speakers, but where did you hear this?
- It 's a good trick. But I have not really learned how to make them talk.
- I got it.
- A what?
- Let us go and then we'll see. Bea
paid the ticket and came in ahead. By inviting children to enter soft gestured with his hand that Luke was like a stab: it was the same gesture with which, leaning from the window, asking him to climb up to her all those years ago. Boys came while he was struggling against the memories and emotion. If Sven had now thought of a Stendhal syndrome, but the pathos was in any case the right to communicate emotions. At the end came after he lowered his head.
waited a full minute and studied, before whispering:
- This story has six hundred years. They had not discovered America and we're still in the Middle Ages, but with artists like Salimbeni that lit up the world to the Renaissance. The story I see is that of St. John the Baptist ... Luke went on telling each square and spiegnado the technique in those kids heads up. When he finished, he invited the boys to the silence, listen what the characters on the walls had to say them.
- Here, you hear? He Bea, I heard it. It 's you! - And he pointed his finger at the desperation of Mary Magdalene at the foot of the crucifix. Oh poor thing! Poor thing! - He approached the altar to the great fresco of the underlying fund as if in a trance while Luke, after the surprise, he was amazed and amused (thank goodness there are people who do not, I suppose). Bea turned to the woman in red almost asking to be repaid - How much crying, I hear her lament for lost love, oh! She loved him, you know? It is not the God made man, is he is Jesus, her man, her love, her lover. It is not just pain, anger, anger towards the world, towards God, and that's damn scriptures that God's love and respect had he wanted to stay with her, perhaps from a simple living man. Even to herself that she had not known love until it desist from that voluntary martyrdom of the cross. Cry, cry and nobody listens to you, but I hear you! - Lowered his head and wept indeed, among the embarrassment of all. Luke went up to her and hugged her
- Are you okay? Bea
winked and smiled, while in the church er Acala silence different from before. The echo of his words vibrated in the hearts of kids who try to listen more than they looked around suddenly besieged by those figures looming:
- Teacher, let's go, I'm afraid! He Marianna, and a buzz spread among children
- Yes, yes, let's go - they chorus in the other exit avvicinnadosi
- Have you seen how well spoken, these walls'
- You're mad. Micah wanted to terrorize them so, not us at Gardaland is a serious matter. If he was traumatized I had nothing to do, of course.
Once outside, fortunately returned calm. The boys formed a climb to the fortress Albornoz, where Luke and Bea find their bench overlooking the city.
Luca had regained some confidence and this When he wanted to tell you all that she had not had the courage to say so. It does so by pretending to joke, as he always did with the girls. The joke is always an open door to escape.
- Of course now we can reason as adults. After all, if you were not in love, you could also give it to me, that cost you? I scarrozzata with the bike for a month around half the province, because of you I had a fight with that girl who was then my wife and that his heart is still in his heart the idea that I am back to her only after you you had gone away. It is nice to know or think to be a last resort. But you, belle dame sans merci, no.
- Hurry to say, you. Here you are used to hit on students or tourists. I imagine that courtship should be in proportion to the time available to the students you have three or four years so you can be romantic, but the tourists from hit and run I imagine there are strategies such assault assault squads. I was basically a middle ground, summer course, a month available, and you did have time to make her lover.
- What do you mean? Do you want to hurt me again today? You do not know how many times I cried every time I thought, and only this way is not I quit, not because time has cured the wound. With you I knew that life would not give me everything I wanted, I was a spoiled child and I never banged my face on the disappointment. You were the first, and unfortunately not the last, and after you, my life has not been the same, you were the hard landing of the flight illusions. Without a parachute. It 's true that I forgot the name of what I took to bed, I do not remember hardly anything about them. I remember one of the last before getting married, and it was not bad either: as we made love I got tired of that mechanical movement up and down up and down and I could not wait to quit, I wanted to run away and I thought that really not worth it because in the end are all the same. I mean, I could even finish everything when a girl told me yes and he allowed himself. That's why I thought of this setting for you. Because with you I went wrong. Mica because I was a Tombeur de femmes, but because I was constantly looking for what your deluded and wrong-footed. You also do not believe me, but I was madly in love with you ... But do not worry, I'll tell you that I still am. Let's be serious, because since I got married I have never allowed a betrayal. Perhaps for the reason that I said.
- All right, on the subject of confessions I can tell you that I was a little 'bitch with you, I saw you lost me ... - laughs - in fact now maybe you would give, but then I was almost virgin I had just left with the boyfriend, I just want to laugh and you made me laugh so much. At the bottom you should be proud of this: Did you know please a woman.
- Of this I am sure. Away from it all, under your window every now and then there was someone who called you and you nothing, just me and my bike wanted to run away. - Pauses a moment to think, then again - Almost a virgin? But what does "almost", or is virgin or not it is, it's like in football, not you can say "almost goals", the ball or has entered or not entered. And you with me already won six to zero, which will cost me to do a golletto?
- Yeah, but then I'd forgotten like all the others, so instead I stayed forever in your heart. After all I did for you what he would do just a woman in love. To ensure that your loved love her forever and I did just that for you. What else made you. You should thank me for this. E 'curious no?
- The trouble is that you take pleasure pure reasoning. Now I see what that smile is the same smile you've always had the cheek to come almost close your eyes. But now I realize that is not the sweet look of kindness or friendship, much less love, most certainly I have no illusions. And 'the gaze of a snake, cold-blooded animal. And the blood where it goes and where it comes from if not from the heart? Have you ever really loved anyone? Luca
managed to turn that smile with that question that the poor had run away.
- Why did you get so bitter? Will not you forgive me for not having fallen in love with you? Love that no one beloved from loving? What crime I had, we had twenty years ago and at that age is anything but think, you do everything in a rush, you're on the cutting edge of life and you only think about taking the wind and the sun as long as there is. I do not think even you were so unselfish and generous. Betrayed your girlfriend but you marry her, love her and I hope that you still love but that does not prevent you from cheating on her every summer. I do not blame avertela date, but you say them all forget: you can insult me, so stating that you would like me forgotten. It exists as long as someone thinks, and you would have killed me. - Adele now lower your voice, slow down the words and looks down - might have been better really .. I would go back but you can not. E 'banal yet you seem not to know. Maybe we'd get married and you would have discovered the regret of having done so. It's true, you ask? Do not think I ever really loved anyone, at least for a long time. I do not know if it was my fault or wrong men I have met, or if it's because I do not know love forever and that's it. But as life can not be perfect, it makes no sense, it would be perfect if it were eternal. Instead all you die anyway. So do not deceive you, do not would never be a perfect love, absolute. All absolute in this world if you take away the death with a laugh. Maybe our love will keep for another world, where there is eternity, where there is infinite. Here, the infinitive can have this love without limit. In the words of St. Augustine? "The measure of love is to love without measure." Did you see, you understood me well, are you happy? You should be happy that I finally have a perspective. But just let us get up to ruin everything.
- Wait, do not get mad. In fact, I also thought that after all I've done good. But you know that when I write a poem I just think to yourself find your inspiration? Many say they do not know what it is. In reality it is simply finding the right words to express their emotions. And if you think the words I come from the sun. Suffer, but the wound is reopened only works that would be worth it if I was a great poet. Maybe one day publish and find out to be. Instead they are there, but I like to reread every so often. But as with the poems do not make money.
- Carmina non dant panem
- Yeah, but I would not do it for the money. I thought you, going into a library you'd come across it by chance ... and so on, in fact. The reader is sometimes abstract and sometimes has a name and a surname and no one knows.
- Then look your book. I wonder what will happen.
- Okay, take me around. But also the wife of Ungaretti did this, then he has become famous and broke left for twenty years
- He had always believed in him?
- No, that poetry did not know shit, total ignoramus. But it was a good excuse to leave his wife for a young girl.
- But I am older than your wife.
- Also I am not Ungaretti, not only to distinguish the Nobel.
- Enough! - Stood up and looked around to rally the student body - Guys, come on, we still have much to see.
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