darke
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emotions
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I’m walking a lot. I like the streets, the parks, the bars and the squares. I love the idea of walking in streets that maybe I won’t never walk again (… Borges said: “ one of these streets that deep in the west / there will be one – I don’t know which one – that I’ve already walked / Already for last time indifferent / And withouth guess it subdued”).
When I walk, to find a café or a hidden place where to sit down make me feel confortable, to share a talking, to call to someone or just being there in silence. The mood of the moment always decide these things. I liked walking in Chicago with Lorie. To love a city never forget the theory of disorientation and finish your walking drinking a hot coffee and eating a chocolate cake in a café while you see snowing through the window and you chat with your friend about impossible theories. I told you something about my platonic love, and today I want to share this painting of Francesco Hayez “The Kiss” (1859).
According to the critic, it is a patriotic and sentimental work, which explain the optimism after the unification of Italy, but they don’t say the most important. Sure, these things can’t be said with words or maybe it’s too much difficult to explain it. I have spent hours looking and thinking of this painting, flying, happy, excited without words. This is one of the paintings which one I felt such sweetness. The hands of the man and the woman stopped me during long time. The way they huge each other, he holding her head with his two hands, she huging him by his shoulder and his back… and the kiss, eternal, true. I thought that maybe they were all that night in a party in a italian palace, waiting for being alone to kiss each other. A hoped kiss. I love the way that the body and the hands get when someone kiss with the soul.
Everyone deserve a kiss like this, in an italian palace, or in a street of Chicago, or in some far city… or in a dream.
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