dimecres, 9 de juny del 2010

encara ens queda el nas


Correu ara mateix a sota un eucaliptus, i gaudiu-ne l'aroma

A room with a view


It was pleasant to wake up in Florence, to open the eyes upon a bright bare room, with a floor of red tiles which look clean though they are not; with a painted ceiling whereon pink griffins and blue amorini sport in a forest of yellow violins and bassoons. It was pleasant, too, to fling wide the windows, pinching the fingers in unfamiliar fastenings, to lean out into sunshine with beautiful hills and trees and marble churches opposite, and close below, the Arno, gurgling against the embankment of the road. (EM Forster)

Em fa recordar que molts anys enrere vaig disposar temporalment d'una càmera, no orientada a l'Arno, però amb tres fantàstics finestrals a Santa Maria Novella, el sostre amb frescos i artesonats , en una locanda-pensione, de la que vaig haver de marxar a corre cuita (aixó és un altre història, que per avui no toca).