Dieci anni dopo

Dio è per noi rifugio e forza, aiuto sempre vicino nelle angosce.

Perciò non temiamo se trema la terra, se crollano i monti nel fondo del mare.

Fremano, si gonfino le sue acque, tremino i monti per i suoi flutti.

Un fiume e i suoi ruscelli rallegrano la città di Dio, la santa dimora dell'Altissimo.

Dio sta in essa: non potrà vacillare; la soccorrerà Dio, prima del mattino.

Fremettero le genti, i regni si scossero; egli tuonò, si sgretolò la terra.

Il Signore degli eserciti è con noi, nostro rifugio è il Dio di Giacobbe.

Venite, vedete le opere del Signore, egli ha fatto portenti sulla terra.

Farà cessare le guerre sino ai confini della terra, romperà gli archi e spezzerà le lance, brucerà con il fuoco gli scudi.

Fermatevi e sappiate che io sono Dio, eccelso tra le genti, eccelso sulla terra.

Il Signore degli eserciti è con noi, nostro rifugio è il Dio di Giacobbe.

Salmo 46

Manhattan

Oh, marble-spired Manhattan, I look into your thousand eyes at dusk,
And your thousand eyes look back at me, kindled with lights over the harbor.

You hold the sky set like blue wings on your mountain peaks of splendor,
And you will hold the sky until the world ends and the dream is gone, Oh Manhattan.

Toss your towers into the stars, Great Gray City!
Lift your peaks until they push over the clouds;
Live and throb and beat your mighty heart against the solid sun;
You are eternal, Great White City!

Walk over your bridges of the centuries, Oh Manhattan, glorious Manhattan;
Tread upon the æons of your remarkable destiny of the future,
Imperishable, perpetual, everlasting Manhattan!

I look into your thousand eyes, and your thousand eyes look into my eyes.
I look into your face, and your face is full of the glory of God.
I look into your soul, and your soul is full of the wonder of the world;
Oh nourishing, immortal, beautiful Manhattan.

Nothing is so eternalas a city, and you are the eternal city of eternal cities,
Pavemented, walled, carred, lighted, jeweled, crowded city of beauty,
God's own city of the western world.

Your ferry boats walk the salt wave crowded;
Your tugs are the organs of the harbor singing their deep and sonorous hymns of commerce;
Your walls, New York, hold up heaven, parapets of beauty stabbing into the stars!
Pillars of the universe.

Oh music in stone, poetry in sculpture, song in architectual marble, prayer in granite, an ecstasy in steel and iron and gold, singing city of the great heart, singing city,
You are Manhattan!

Edwin Curran

"Una volta la scultrice Louise Bourgeois ha detto che a New York abbiamo un bel cielo. Non ci avevo mai pensato, però è vero. Nei giorni limpidi i palazzi sembrano risplendere di luce e tagliare l'asfalto delle strade con le loro ombre decise. E c'è sempre qualcosa che attrae l'attenzione: un ragazzino con lo skateboard, un homeless, un paio di scarpe in vetrina. E' una città con cui si interagisce continuamente e che crea interazioni".

Daphne Beal su Traveller

Longing

Grattacieli a Manhattan

"It was when I was happiest that I longed most. It was on happy days when we were up there on the hills, the three of us, with the wind and the sunshine . . . Do you remember? The colour and the smell, and looking across the Grey Mountain in the distance? And because it was so beautiful, it set me longing, always longing. Somewhere else there must be more of it. . . . It almost hurt me. I felt like a bird in a cage when other birds of its kind are flying home. . . .
I am going, you see, to the Mountain. You remember how we used to look and long? And all the stories of my gold and amber house, up there against the sky, where we thought we should never really go? The greatest King of all was going to build it for me. . . .
And I am the one who has been made ready for it ever since I was a child in your arms, Maia. The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from-- . . .
--my country, the place where I ought to have been born. Do you think it all meant nothing, all the longing? The longing for home? For indeed it now feels not like going, but like going back. All my life the god of the Mountain has been wooing me. Oh, look up at least once before the end and wish me joy. I am going to my lover. Do you not see now--?"

da Till We Have Faces, C.S. Lewis

Back to Milan

Vitaliy, Monica, Viga e io (NY)


"La vita è la più bella delle avventure ma solo l'avventuriero lo scopre".

G.K.Chesterton

New Creation

What can I call my home?
Who is my family?
Where do I come from?
What is my history?
Someone long ago
sailed across the sea,
left his native home in search of liberty.
As he stepped aboard,
was he really sure
what he was aiming toward
what he was looking for?
Did he long for home
in a land so strange?
Did he lose his memory
when his name was changed?
Did he sell his history
For a new world fantasy
He could never find beyond his dreaming mind?
In our land of liberty,
Oh say did you ever see
the ideal plan,
the self made man?

And so George Washington
I found the liberty
that Abraham Lincoln
could not have given me.
Please tell you orphan son
I finally found freedom,
more than he could have seen in his American Dream.
The amber waves of grain
will never be the same.
'Cause God has shed his grace
through a human face.
It happened long ago,
our friendship shows us how
An event so unforeseen
still happens here and now.
In our broken history
there's a new reality,
if you're more aware than dreamers ever dare.
Come and share our liberty,
follow us and you will see
a new nation
a new creation
a new creation.

Bay Ridge Band

in partenza

Duomo di Milano, particolare

" Un paese ci vuole, non fosse che per il gusto di andarsene via. Un paese voul dire non essere soli, sapere che nella gente, nelle piante, nella terra c’è qualcosa di tuo, che anche quando non ci sei resta ad aspettarti."

Cesare Pavese, da La Luna e i Falò

Domani mattina se Dio vuole parto per New York. Quando riuscirò a connettermi aggiornerò il blog. Arrivederci e tutti, a presto!