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| sent on October 01, 2014 (17:19) | This comment has been automatically translated (show/hide original)
"The gray building is located in the sea. It is not ruined, but it was never finished; does not fall, will not fall, because it solidifies the strong sea breeze and darkening the walls, as the wave of the sea is treacherous as that of the lakes and rivers, assaults, but it does not corrode. The tall windows, wide, without glasses, to resemble eyes without thinking; in doorways where they disappeared up the steps of the threshold, enter joking and laughing the billow blue, encrusted on the stone its shells, put the arena in the yards, leaving the plantation and glossy green algae. At night, the building becomes black, intensely black; serena is the sky on his head, the high shine and beautiful stars, fosforeggia the sea of ??Posillipo, from villas lost in the woods out melancholy songs of love and the melancholy notes of the mandolin: the palace remains dark and under his times fragoreggia the 'onmarine? »- Matilde Serao « Il bigio palazzo si erge nel mare. Non è diroccato, ma non fu mai finito; non cade, non cadrà, poiché la forte brezza marina solidifica ed imbruna le muraglie, poiché l'onda del mare non è perfida come quella dei laghi e dei fiumi, assalta ma non corrode. Le finestre alte, larghe, senza vetri, rassomigliano ad occhi senza pensiero; nei portoni dove sono scomparsi gli scalini della soglia, entra scherzando e ridendo il flutto azzurro, incrosta sulla pietra le sue conchiglie, mette l'arena nei cortili, lasciandovi la verde e lucida piantagione delle alghe. Di notte il palazzo diventa nero, intensamente nero; si serena il cielo sul suo capo, rifulgono le alte e bellissime stelle, fosforeggia il mare di Posillipo, dalle ville perdute nei boschetti escono canti malinconici d'amore e le malinconiche note del mandolino: il palazzo rimane cupo e sotto le sue volte fragoreggia l'onda marina? » - Matilde Serao |
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