there are more allegations in the capital city of Lombardy for the pollution they besieged it, a brief visit to the town of Ambrose.
is beautiful or not beautiful Milan? It depends on the sun. If there is, and the smog is blown away by the wind, the city radiates art and history, is mandatory if the fog and damp gray side of the city overwhelms the aesthetic aspirations.
Milan version # 1 meet in a fantastic morning of October, coming from the mouth of the metro to the Sforzesco Castle. Even the employees on strike Cobas Atm seem happy and peaceful in their demonstration, and their yellow flags and red flags seem medieval background of one of the most beautiful manor architecture Italic. Circuit, the first castle, the circumnavigation, observing light and shadow polygons, which alternate in the ditch - les DUVES , the French would say - around the imposing walls of the construction of the Sforza, the giant colas on the first floor windows protected by the same sturdy railings. The two large courtyards of red bricks and green grass seem even cheerful, as they are today lit by the sun, softened in the openings and closings, humanized in size, pleasing even in conditions which are so unpleasant to the cobblestone walking. I'm here, in fact, to pay homage, I would say to contemplate Michelangelo's last sculpture, the Pieta Rondanini that made the climax of his imperfection of perfection. Since truth is even more fascinating than in detailed black and white photographs that have stripped and coated with light. The route of entry and exit - long corridors, narrow, dark staircase, frescoed halls as if they were covered with simple geometries and crazy at the same time - seems a treaty protology ed'escatologia, assigning members to the Michelangelo sculpture of the burden of this honor, the "already and not yet."
How not to conclude a visit to the Parco Sempione Castello Sforzesco which enhances the Triennale di Milano, fascist in its linear architecture, the best intellectual fascism. The library kissed by the sun filtering is an invitation to the culture slow and contemplative, while the coffee flooded by the rays is an uncontrollable incitement to talk of art and books, people and events, while the cup bears all of the Valtellina Rosso The color palette of the Sforza.
Milan completely different, but always bright, is that I see along the four miles of Via Padova, via which becomes China and the Philippines, North African and sub-Saharan Africa. But so far, despite some crime, despite the impatience of some League. Massage and barbers to 20 € to 4 € alternated with 24 shops open 24 hours where you can find everything, just everything. While riding the old park has been transformed into art and culture that immigrants are able to understand: the nature and the visual arts are able to brothers. Up to Piazzale Loreto, round country rich in history and architectural insignificance. Flee south to Porta Venezia, and then in the short area of \u200b\u200bVia Mozart, sublime collection of art nouveau , the villas of the good society and the nouveau riche, hanging from the balconies that look like forests raised to the goddess of light. Admired in the Villa Necchi Campiglio landscapes - graphic white and ocher and furrowed and striated green and red and blacks and segmented - by Tullio Pericoli seems appropriate elevations of the extraordinary care of the entire district.
The last rays of sun of the day I was at St. Ambrose, the Jewel, the story becomes stone and forms the soul of the Church Ambrogina, the pride of the Milanese industrious and sober, yet elegant to paroxysm of pure aesthetics. Breathtaking penetrate through the entrance to the south, to see the two towers - and the ... ... - and the steep gable roofs, the large porch in the maternal and paternal forms in austerity. A few steps to get off the roadway and then the porch of the basilica, and other pooch to climb the altar steps, polished and chipped, the marble alter their security, to death in the mad joy - another Milanese - below the altar of stones' gold and silver, polished stones and rounded, as if to remind the cobbled streets of the city once and institutionalize creativity of the people of Milan.
Milan version No. 2 instead of the meeting the next day in the most central of central Milan. I leave the station at the mouth of San Babila, in addition to living good finance and trade in Milan, at the mouth of the ways of fashion, haute couture. Everything here is meant to be "high", although there are not that high in fog and clouds. Follow Viale Vittorio Emanuele II, I run in the arcades of luxury boutiques, while the rich, especially the new I would say, the old seem to have recently chosen the path of sobriety of luxury that is not Pavesa modestly but is presents. The apse of the Cathedral restored, while the Madunina is still supported by scaffolding, but always unpleasant to read, gives a certain vision of the enormous effort of the cathedrals of Europe, but surrounded by the flood of people that Saving Silverman consumer is compelled in a few streets, and fifty yards further on the human carpet becomes human desert. A Europe of the consumer who does not know if you do not build more luxury goods, external finance and opulence of a European luxury falters, however, before the relentless penetration of the Army of the East, full of suggestions for marketing ed'imitazione, but with a human avalanche that has no limits.
Gallery is its exemplification, and so on Turin, Via Montenapoleone and all other avenues of luxury. Streets that do not know what to do with the ancient tradition of hard work in Milan. A myth, and like all myths not going to be more reality but expressions of reality. And more moves away from reality, that is more ed'ozio living annuity, the more the industry grows and the myth of the haughty and the lack of generosity are soaring. Cardinal Tettamanzi lives behind the Duomo, in a building of ancient lineage discreet and elegant, but simple, really simple. Few people go down there and just listen to his words that invoke the solidarity of the rich, the necessary justice, the overriding need to continue to think of the children, to another, to work more than the money. It looks like a Cassandra in cardinal, but the more necessary in an age gray, as the Milan version No. 2.
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