Cemetery Avezzano is a very cold place. When c'andavo with my mother, I remember that I was always sad, because, in bad weather, plants, flowers, everything was cooked by frost! Over time I learned to walk in the cemetery, remembering those who are no more, trying to catch that breath telling me that for my loved ones is a joy to see me.
The cemetery, a spiritual place, where frost is impressive and forces, and warm memories.
This morning I had the courage to take the steps to the small park overlooking Piazzale Paoli, the houses of the Villa. While walking I had the distinct feeling of being in a Field-Santo and I imagine that for many street and its range Pit is just that: a holy place, purely spiritual, which is absurd take pictures, talking, or even imagine. It is the silence and what comes in a whisper, soft and insinuating, a kind of gratitude, and remember why you're there.
I have not photographed anything except a house between the grates of a garden is surrounded by a wisteria, maybe dry ice, motionless, still clinging to the walls of an empty house, in the dark .. absent.
I decided I will clean up the little park in Piazzale Paoli, because the city owes to those gusts of wind that envelops you when you're there. It 's a must for all of us to imagine that this place will become a true Campo-Santo. A spiritual place where the only possible life is that of trees and gardens. Why know the rest of ignorance, of speculation, of inattention, of appearance. That area has not been crossed by a war, but oblivion. What made it possible to build houses on land, filling up the ancient caves and tunnels, that responsibility has fallen behind that are lost in time, leaving there only puffs of young people, adults and children who need to see us walk together in silence , to hear them.
Therefore, for this we need a master plan and a reconstruction plan which will ensure that those who lived there and has done it, a safe house and beautiful, as were those.
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