– Portogruaro (VE) –

Passeggiando tra le vie della mia città riscopro sempre qualcosa di nuovo, qualcosa in più delle volte precedenti, quel qualcosa che la rende sempre unica.

Ormai l’ho tatuata addosso come un disegno, il rumore delle foglie degli alberi che si abbracciano in questo periodo dell’anno, le fanno da sottofondo.

Ad ogni passo una leggerezza in più, proprio come fossi una piccola colomba.

Photo by ElyGioia

Photo by ElyGioia

Fino ad arrivare ai suoi antichi mulini che danno al suo centro quel sapore di vissuto, quell’angolo di cultura rimasto lì, per essere ammirato da ogni futuro passante.

Photo by ElyGioia

Photo by ElyGioia

Photo by ElyGioia

Photo by ElyGioia

Ed è proprio qui che ha regnato la poesia in questi ultimi giorni.

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Photo by ElyGioia

Photo by ElyGioia

Alda Merini ed il suo ricordo, tra un fiore e l’altro.

Photo by ElyGioia

Photo by ElyGioia

Photo by ElyGioia

Vicina ad uno dei monumenti più tipici, parti di quelle radici che la rendono importante.

Photo by ElyGioia

È così, Portogruaro, dolcemente piccola, fortemente storica, villanamente seducente.

@ElyGioia

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    • Walking through the streets of my city I always rediscover something new, something more than before, that something that makes it always unique.
      I have now tattooed it like a drawing, the sound of the leaves of the trees hugging each other at this time of year, they are the background. At each step, an extra lightness, just like I was a small dove. Up to its ancient mills, which give its center that taste of life, that corner of culture left there, to be admired by every future passing. And it is precisely here that poetry has reigned in these last days. Alda Merini and her memory, between one flower and another. Close to one of the most typical monuments, parts of those roots that make it important. That’s how it is, Portogruaro, sweetly small, strongly historical, rudely seductive.

      "Mi piace"

  1. Walking through the streets of my city I always rediscover something new, something more than before, that something that makes it always unique.
    I have now tattooed it like a drawing, the sound of the leaves of the trees hugging each other at this time of year, they are the background. At each step, an extra lightness, just like I was a small dove. Up to its ancient mills, which give its center that taste of life, that corner of culture left there, to be admired by every future passing. And it is precisely here that poetry has reigned in these last days. Alda Merini and her memory, between one flower and another. Close to one of the most typical monuments, parts of those roots that make it important. That’s how it is, Portogruaro, sweetly small, strongly historical, rudely seductive.

    "Mi piace"

  2. Très belles photos d’Italie ! Merci Ely pour ce beau partage !
    Sauf erreur de ma part, Portogruaro est située en Vénétie et est jumelée avec la ville de Marmande (France)… N’est-ce pas ?
    Amitié et bisous d’Auvergne.

    "Mi piace"