{"id":6643,"date":"2016-04-20T14:55:05","date_gmt":"2016-04-20T12:55:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.photogeisha.org\/?p=6643"},"modified":"2017-10-13T12:31:23","modified_gmt":"2017-10-13T10:31:23","slug":"pane-e-memoria-bread-and-memory","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/umbertostefanelli.com\/photogeisha\/?p=6643","title":{"rendered":"Pane e memoria &#8211; Bread and memory"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Ognuno di noi sceglie lo scrigno dove custodire i propri sogni &#8211; ad averli.<br \/>\nIl mio \u00e8 lontano, distante secoli, chiaro e confuso nel ricordo di vite passate, tra legno, metallo e seta.<\/p>\n<p>Silenzi assordanti e semplice accettazione di quanto devo in qualche modo espiare.<br \/>\nConsiderazioni da met\u00e0 pomeriggio, che mi sono piovute addosso con tutta la feroce violenza del caso.<\/p>\n<p>Cos\u00ec, quando il dolore s&#8217;\u00e8 fatto insopportabile, ho camminato la mia Tokyo.<br \/>\nHo battuto, passo dopo passo, il sogno di una vita. Ho respirato a pieni polmoni i suoi frutti, ho trovato rifugio nei suoi angoli pi\u00f9 discreti.<br \/>\nSenza una meta precisa ho ripercorso i suoi sentieri di luna. Ho intuito, assaporato, visto.<\/p>\n<p>Poi, istintivamente, come guidato da pane e memoria, mi sono ritrovato nel Tempio del Paradiso che fu.<br \/>\nTra ciliegi, lapidi, ombrelli, dipinti, fotografie e giorni destinati a restare ben oltre il tempo e la fine del tempo.<\/p>\n<p>Ho riflettuto, scritto, disegnato. Ho inventato un cielo d\u2019alabastro. Con il vetro di una lente qualsiasi ho dipinto per immagini la mia ossessione. L&#8217;ho scomposta pezzo per pezzo, petalo per petalo.<\/p>\n<p>E finalmente, dopo un tempo che m&#8217;\u00e8 parso infinito, ho capito che la vita, per come sono riuscito a costruirla, di pi\u00f9 non mi avrebbe proprio potuto dare.<\/p>\n<p>Allora mi sono concesso a questa pioggia di bellezza che ha accompagnato la mia fotografia, nuda di fronte all&#8217;arte della natura.<br \/>\nNuda, sotto le note di un tango di Piazzolla, che ricordo soltanto per averlo sentito raccontare.<\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #722d03;\">ENGLISH<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #722d03;\">Each of us chooses their chest where to treasure their dreams &#8211; if they have any.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #722d03;\"> Mine is distant, centuries away, clear and vague in the memory of past lives, through wood, metal and silk.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #722d03;\">Deafening silence and mere acceptance of what I must atone for, someway or another.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #722d03;\"> Considerations of a midafternoon, that rained down on me with the happenstance fierce violence.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #722d03;\">So, when the pain made itself unbearable, I walked my Tokyo.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #722d03;\"> I beat, step by step, the dream of a lifetime. I deeply breathed its fruits, I found refuge in its most secluded corners.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #722d03;\"> Aimlessly I retraced its moon pathways. I perceived, tasted, seen.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #722d03;\">Then, instinctively, as led by bread and memory, I found myself in the Temple of \u201cHeaven that was\u201d.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #722d03;\"> Among cherry trees, gravestones, parasols, paintings, photographs and days that will remain beyond time and its end.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #722d03;\">I thought, written, sketched. I invented an alabaster sky. With the glass of a quite common lens I translated in images my obsession. I dismantled it piece by piece, petal by petal.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #722d03;\">And finally, after a time that seemed endless to me, I realized that life, as I was able to build it, it just couldn\u2019t have given me more.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #722d03;\">In that moment I gave myself to this rain of beauty that went along with my photography, naked in front of the art of nature.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #722d03;\"> Naked, under the notes of a Piazzolla tango, that I remember only to have heard it tell.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/umbertostefanelli.com\/photogeisha\/public\/19_04_16_Pane_e_memoria_PG.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone wp-image-6644 size-full\" src=\"http:\/\/umbertostefanelli.com\/photogeisha\/public\/19_04_16_Pane_e_memoria_PG.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"595\" height=\"595\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ognuno di noi sceglie lo scrigno dove custodire i propri sogni &#8211; ad averli. 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