L’Orto dei Frati Alcantarini

Ma tot gandesc sa pun in ordine cuvinte, senzatii, sa incropesc ceva care sa transmita cat de cat trairile pe care mi le inspira locurile astea. L’Orto dei Frati Alcantarini a fost ca un portal in timp. Relatia mea cu timpul a fost intotdeauna ciudata. Ceasul meu nu indica niciodata exact timpul prezent, in schimb acele indica mereu un timp istoric. Cadranul e intotdeauna intors spre un trecut nedefinit, iar fiecare pas intr-un spatiu compatibil cu timpul meu interior imi face ca inima sa tresalte.

Culmea, trec zilnic cu bicicleta pe langa unul din zidurile de piatra care inconjoara gradina (orto = gradina de zarzavat), chiar prin acelasi coridor acoperit construit de Cosimo III, Mare Duce de Medici (care, la 17 ani, a incetat sa zambeasca in public – din piosenie (?) ), pentru a-l conduce la mesa fara a fi vazut de sateni. Biserica si Villa Medicea (care acum e spital-penitenciar psihiatric :D) sunt in acelasi perimetru, iar parcul se intinde pe cateva hectare.

Calugarii alcantarini fusesera adusi din Spania de catre unul din Marii Duci de Medici. Erau o ramura a calugarilor franciscani fondata de un anume Pedro d’Alcantara prin sec. al XIV-lea. Gradinuta inca mai are un aer rustic, cu maslini piperniciti, ruinele unei mori care directiona apa pentru irigarea zarzavaturilor. Iar in cateva colturi ascunse, doua-trei capele in ruina, columbare.

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Surpriza cea mai placuta, totusi, au fost frescele. Pentru niste capele atat de minuscule intr-o gradina de zarzavat, mi se par de-a dreptul luxoase, atat cat a ramas din ele.

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A doua capela…

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Prin zid, in departare, se poate vedea Prioria di San Lorenzo, constuita in 1203. Pe partea opusa a raului Arno, pe o colina geamana, se inalta odata castelul din Capraia.

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La iesire, flacari albe, vegetale, palpaie deasupra solului…

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In Ambrogiana, in constrast cu simplitatea gradinii, esti coplesit, in primul rand, de parfumul greu al ramurilor inflorite. Albe, galbene, purpurii. Pe cat e totul de parjolit vara sub soarele sub-tropical, pe atat de luxurianta e vegetatia in perioada asta.

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Sub bolta de glicina, devin deja extatica. Parfumul e de-a dreptul sufocant, in mod placut.

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Deasupra si dedesubt, valuri, valuri de petale violete, iar intre – aer imbibat de parfum in fermentare. Sunt ca pamantul inainte de potop, infasat in ape. Imi vine brusc in minte o imagine similara, devin za intre spatiu si timp – laitmotiv. Focsani, primavara lui 2011, aleea eroilor sovietici, bolta gotica de castani infloriti.

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Sunt za intre spatiu si timp, elementul vegetal ma uneste pe mine din trecut cu cea din prezent si ma regasesc in aceasta clipa infima. Cum spunea Rilke: “ to go into yourself and see how deep
the place is from which your life flows.”

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This Past Year

It’s been almost a year since I last posted something on this blog. And it’s a pity because during this year I have started to feel that I’m truly grasping the kind of life that I dreamed of when I came to Tuscany. I have yet to move by myself (in a month or so). 

Riding a bike to work has been the best change so far. And carrying the camera at all times in my backpack. I’ve come to love my sorroundings even more and I’m determined to explore Florence this Summer and to invite friends from abroad to explore it with me. Here are some photos that summarize this past year. I’ll try to post more regularly from now on.

Florence:

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Montelupo:

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Happy Sunday!

 

Firenze * Florence

A Saturday morning walk with Dad on the banks of the Arno river. American impressionist painting exhibition at Palazzo Strozzi (a future post about that soon). Cappuccino in a cafe near Palazzo Pitti, in an antique shop’s gallery: A strange mix of shabbiness and luxury. Quite symbolic for Florence actually. 

And a few film photos from last October, when, after 3 months of living in Italy, I had finally found a job – the worst ever, not for what I was doing (chambermaid in a hotel), but for the awful colleagues and boss. Although my legs were hurting terribly, I always took a long stroll through the city after work. Those were both tough and beautiful times.

IF: Sight

Inspired by Leonardo da Vinci’s studies on sight, his illustrations for Luca Pacioli’s ”De Divina Proportione” (1509) and by Thoreau’s poem ”Inspiration”. Me and Maths have never seen eye to eye (since we’re speaking of sight :) ). I’m often frustrated by the fact that I don’t understand concepts such as the golden ratio or Fibonacci’s numbers. All I can do is enjoy the beauty around, which is the reflection of the perfect Nature laws.

Vinci: What Makes a Genius

Crossing the modest rooms of the Leonardo da Vinci museum, I cannot help but wonder if it was frustrating being ‘born before your time’. I hear the guide quoting the Tuscan genius: “If this instrument made with a screw be well made – that is to say, made of linen of which the pores are stopped up with starch and be turned swiftly, the said screw will make its spiral in the air and it will rise high.” He didn’t have either the necessary materials, or the engine to turn his device into a proper helicopter, and yet he believed. And he tried. He had such an inquisitive mind, he was interested in so many things and knew how to pay attention to the marvels that surround us. Maybe that’s how a genius is born. By paying attention, by not taking for granted.

Jogging seara *

Alerg, alerg. Sunt cometa scaparand de vapai printre galaxii de puf de plop.
Rasuflarea mea indreapta expansiunea micului Univers intr-o directie sau alta.
Deasupra, vantul trage brazde printre nori.
Ce-ar fi daca fulgii, odata ajunsi acolo, ar incolti…
Gradini suspendate, mai mandre ca ale Semiramidei
ar creste in inaltimi, spre spuza cerului,
facand fotosinteza la lumina Lunii.

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* Cheesy title, I know…