piazza power

did you notice the free space on many italian piazzas? no parking space, no urban architectural smalltalk, no nonsense - just a sea of empty space for your soul to dive in and to swim through a bonus amount time and space…
what does these paradises of real cityness encourage to self themselves from mental and pyhsical pollution? you might have become aware of the fact that each of these isles have their capital, that is: a stony king in the center of stony surface and human beings of flech and blood. each of these very and vero piazzas is driven by a person of the past, who is honoured by the later ones.
even more than the authority glowing in such a petrification itself it is the oscillation rising from a collective admiration of a social, mental and real ancestor, an appointment that he or she needs a postmortal expanding aura represented by that flat area around him or her populated by pigeons, vagrants, playing children, thus bearing and rebearing an idea of pleasure, an aroma of happiness, solid illusion of timeless beauty and truth…