It is necessary to go back leaving from cliffs of the sea, the solitary
svettante agave and then on until casolare between the cultured ones to you,
or to the Sanctuary on the mount: that a nearly constitutes diurnal climbing
(of aircraft) for the inhabitants of these places, that it strengthens and
it draws near the man to the sky. Reached up you cover then the labyrinth
of viottoli small letters on the walls to dry, to precipice on the hem of
the gardens - protected flower-beds like reliquie, between the filari it
orders to you and extended of the lives and remains them, hanging like
hawk to scrutare the bottom of reefs, to roteare the look towards the
infinite emerald of open sea in order then to go back, on on, for
and terraces greens embroidered to macramè from lives like Persian
carpet and lever at last the face to the turchese sky even frastagliano
they give some white woman and vaporosa cloud, you can close the eyes
and then smell the inebriante air strongly of sea, odorosa, permeated
of erica, of pine and of white-haired.
to Impregnated of all this with, if the life has a sense, you will be more
close to the sense of the life, and you perhaps it will seem to possess,
at least for a moment, the entire universe. That that joins the countries and landscape
that encircles them which turning out of one organic cultural stratification of the things;
those of the men and a secret, intimate nature, load with expressive force and difficult as
it is difficult from these you leave, also from the sea, the landing place.
(Witnesses drawn from “Magical Five Lands”, Editori Moon)
