WIND TALKERS: WHERE IMAGINATION AND REALITY MELT INTO
wind talkers: where imagination and reality melt into
INTO THE JUNGLE
To reach the hotel it is needed to pass through one of the biggest tourist attraction, flying over Canal Grande. A multitude of voices is cheerful on the bridge; people without any purpose, no one except to be characters in this tale.
THE WISHING TREE
Once the sun sets, windows has being suddenly opened to let fresh air in, a breath is starting to move on. This is a popular and not so touristy district in Venice near the University housing area; together with "Celestia" door, these places can take you into fantastic worlds in this town.
They are only shadows, shapes and lines; but under this light there is a plenty of wonders. Reaching the ferry-boat stop, I came across this street, a road shortly leading to secret gardens. A borderline that it’s given to trespass.
The patina of time makes things getting old like the building facade in the background, but then covers his trails and gives back the works of nature; a young tree in Saint Elena isle, is coming up from unusual veil; displayed like a growing up flower.
“A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said 'I've a pretty rose tree,'
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.
Then I went to my pretty rose tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight.”
“MY PRETTY ROSE TREE” by William Blake
THE GOLDEN FLEECE
“... At night to two crept into the wood where the golden fleece hung, shining like a cloud lit by the rising Sun. Medea bewitched the serpent so that it slept while Jason snatched the fleece. The fleece was as large as the hide of a young cow, and when Jason slung it over his shoulder it reached his feet. The ground shone from its glittering golden wool as Jason and Medea escaped with it. ...”
“ARGONAUTICA, III” by Apollonius of Rhodes
In the silence of early afternoon I was walking into this strange beauty, and a noticeable harmony was having been growing up from an apparent chaos. Only the water falling from a little fountain in this childhood park was noticed.
Springtime in Turin is spending her early moments ... This evening, a magnetic tree instead of casting shadows on the walls, is sheding light where there is darkness. Everyday life of a popular city block is going to get acquainted with incoming night experience.