Monday, 25 June 2007

History and spirituality




Streets and avenues with so many fine monuments are steeped in history. While visiting some of the beautiful churches you will soon realize that Madrid for centuries was the very image of spirituality for the Christian kingdoms.
Fine examples are the two Convents: Las Descazas and La Encarnacion both own their establishment to the personal patronage of the monarchs and show immense historical and artistic treasures acquired by the Spanish Crown over centuries. The mainly Spanish tourists listened most attentively to the guide explaining every little detail and so showed impressively their deep devotion and keen interest in genealogy and history of their Royal families.

Thursday, 21 June 2007

Madrid



Approaching Barajas airport Spain looked very arid. Much to my surprise Madrid turned out to be one of the greenest capitals in Europe, with its two large, magnificient oases: Retiro Park and Campo de Casa and many impressive smaller Parks.

Monday, 4 June 2007

Interlude


Before my next trip a picture of my home city, Munich.

It was taken at the Viktualienmarkt early in the morning, before the beergarden will be crowded and busy shoppers move between the various stalls.

Four wells - a favourite subject of mine - are dedicated to well known Bavarian characters:

Karl Valentin, Lisl Karstadt, Weiss Ferdl, Roider Jackl. With great love the market people, who fetch their fresh water there, decorate the monuments with flowers.
As it so happens, today the market commemorates the 125th birthday of Karl Valentin with a big party.

Sunday, 3 June 2007

Olivo Olive-trees


The Maremma is a pleasure for all senses. Everywhere is a scent of fragrant flowers and sweet-smelling lemon-trees, among others.
A few hours before heading for the airport my friends took me to their Olive-Grove.
I so much admire these trees, magnificient species often assembling humans with their thick branches streching out to the wind. Everyone seems to have a special personality, telling us tales of times immortal.
Let me finish my memories of Pitigliano with a picture of another mediterrenean tree, a pine tree, which I found in one of my favourite Poems, this time by a Greek, not an Italian Poet.

Giorgos Seferis:

When will you speak again?
Our words are the children of many people.
They are sown, are born like infants,
take root, are nourished with blood.
As pine trees
hold the wind's imprint
after the wind has gone, is no longer there,
so words
retain a man's imprint
after the man is gone, is no longer there

Guiliana Zimei


While walking the narrow vicoli of the historic center I noticed print-outs of poems on a door of an old cantina and was shortly afterwards introduced by my friends to Giuliana Zimei. The Signora, Poetesa e Grafica, now in her late sixties is a very creative person. With simple means she decorates cardboard-paper, pieces of wood and often ordinary household items in a variety of styles. Her work which she proudly showed me in her small casa was widely exhibited. She is also talented with the gift of putting words into poetry. Her subjects the locality, life and family, news are often executed with wisdom and a great sense of humour.
The Donna "con cuore grande" not only gave me copies of her poems and a copy of her grafics but opened her heart at the end of her visit singing a beautiful canzone to me...
Saluti Giuliana!

Dolce Vita


I am missing the people of Pitigliano,
the old gentleman who spends every day several hours on the stone bench of the Piazza Petruccioli,
Bruno whom I met frequently on the bridge to the New Town looking from there at the busy traffic below and everything that is going on in the Via dei Lavatoi,
the elderly gentlemen, who come together outside the bar enjoying the sunshine of the late afternoon
the elderly ladies who make the narrow roads their livingroom. As soon as the sun comes out you can find them in groups on their seats watching the world to pass by.
A content life without much hustle and bustle.
In the company of friends and neighbours they are not lonely and if you consider how
agile some of them are climbing up steep steps to their casa they must be healthy.