A stroll in one of the prettiest towns on the island of Ischia, in the passage of years between 2010 and 2011.
The right of the Neapolitan urban disorder - I would say a vocation rather than a conviction - even on the island of Ischia operates at full capacity. Indeed, they say that these aprti up area is 80 percent in one way or another abusive. Incredible figures that telling a person in the world "rather than a mass escape attempt, plus a dasein that un'imbrogliatina corrupt. People have to live. Yet in this chaos (relative, because in reality you live on the island very well) and emerging Bourbon Baroque jewels adorning the town and its inhabitants. Hopping from one to another - Covatta Palace, Palace Biondi, Queens House, Tower Street Mansion - not as a tarantolato but as a pilgrim who comes to the nobility, as a nomad of the transient human beauty.
I only stop at the edge of, on the promontory occupied - it seems to preserve the beautiful location - a precious church, absolutely marina, I would say rich quintessential Mediterranean. Santa Maria del Soccorso has its own history is not insignificant, and an endless series of legends: old Augustinian convent of the fourteenth century, they say that it was built because, during one of the most violent storms that the Neapolitan coast had ever known, perhaps in the thirteenth century, there emerged a crucifix that lags behind the rocks of the cape without wanting to know more to be reabsorbed by the undertow, or gale, or storm surges.
The tiles chipped and stocks washed out, nevertheless shine on the whitewashed walls, as wakes the god of light, which on Earth is forced to sign compromise color cosmetics and circumlocutions to suggest the idea of \u200b\u200blight, which then it is beauty itself. Nothing will shine if the intense blue of the sky, I would say the ground, not defining the boundaries of human mastery over the divine, or perhaps more-than-human-human. Surrounding the church steps and affection - a basilica style unknown and mysterious, "the main facade there are other examples," wrote the Saved, "official biographer" of the island - I realize that water paves the horizon school education and the earth. Rippling of the north wind, sun cream, sparkling with foam, the other half of the world - the part changing - s'atteggia a nectar of the gods, or rather to amniotic warmth, or a carpet of light and concise thoughts. Suomi Forio and the sea, and something else.
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