december in rome

 from the tazza d'oro advertising (70's)


and from another advertising some years before...

when i was about to take this
 a woman was crossing the street and fell down , she was quite shocked and was blabbering that she felt as if she had been thrown down it was her ex boyfriend mother that had some kind of "power" ... and that she was going to pray  ...
well i do not say anything, but i think that sometimes there is some easier explanation, like those huge heels ...

 via nazionale just few days before Xmas

this exquisite and unfortunately dark (sorry) preraffaellite fresco is from the episcopal church
it has some pretty beautiful masterpieces in preraffaellite style , which is quite refreshing in a city like rome...
eventhough the faces depicted profuse a divine elegance and dignity but not the same type of slumber from the round posters above...
well preraffaellite girls did not seem to need coffee to get nerves... but this is a very partial view from a southern westerner

a blue sky from rome, it is not like the northern sky so delicate and transparent that could be pierced by the light itself or shattered to pieces by a thunder : 

the sky is full of blue that you could pluck some blue stretching your hands... funny i have never tried before , maybe i could have put it in my napkin an in a pocket, funny again is that true dreams are undared 

if somebody could explain what lavander has to do with rome pr with christmas time : it does not really matter , i do not think that the street of rome have ever bothered about political correctedness, not even , and above all not even , when the pope was ruling them...

dusting off the trademark :

nearby campo de fiori, the human comedy of taxi and garbage and all of us around ; all of us...

and this is near the trastevere, in a quite forgotten square off via dei giubbonari ... a homeless guy takes time to read, i think so
you could still hear the kora from via giubbonari played by Malik
the people walking the street do not change , they are always the same trying to live off some laughs given to shoppers and shopkeepers, one could say that only fashion changes and the smiles, the blink of smartness and wit in these street performers of music and tricks are quite the same... hidden under the first layer of crowd around, they could go unnoticed but when the night gently falls , they glitter for few seconds and you can spot those contagious folly, infectious hunger for life and the minute that just behind the next corner, like the stars that you spot for few minutes when they pierce the sky , and few minutes later you already grow accustomed. thay have always been there , haven't they ?

 evening time to stroll and go home

 of course the next one could not be missed

almost night now, the birds above rome are drawing sketches in the sky, all together they cross merge and play with the dimensions, they are so many of them up there and they master beautifully and swiflty the air that hitchcock would simply have had a heart attack.