Impuissance of the embracement of the land

Streets, boundaries, pavements, paths, roads, levels, symbols, and pure landscaping…

Which of all surrounded by vertical masses that tell you different stories, and which of all is enriched by the visibility and the existence of human beings, their traffic, sound, and color…

Which of all shaded and protected by the warm arms of the shadows of these enormous volumes, and which of all is — with its full being — devoted, anyhow, to the services and aesthetics of the world land.

Even a creation of the 16th century, it is mind-blowing to see how the place had entirely evolved with preserving the human traffic on it. You see how the landscape belongs to people and how people — in a way — melt their soul and existence in the limitless flow of the scaping of the land they are holding, standing, and beholding.

Regardless of the angle — even, and maybe the most, from the top — you realize how the landform itself was shaped according to the community’s needs, flow, and request.

You see how the landscape is still in a struggle for being for people and how people are, yet, helplessly impuissant to embrace it.