(which speaks of the gardens below the house)
soon after entering the die is an avenue of waste and aims more decisively towards the west, right over the area of \u200b\u200bgames, looking for a center, false than that which was the original layout of the square, where, surrounded by curved benches from the back side by side in sufficient number to close the circle, was planted a thin shell that will probably be many years a tree can give shade to those who want, on the bench, sit down.
Later, a recess in the enclosure is home to mighty stone products and cement, steel and wood that were intended to hide the rubbish bins, but end up instead in order to highlight the presence blatantly remember, even it were a monument to modernity consumer, that everything we buy, sooner or later there will will end.
is not particularly bad or good that this new garden is to take the place of another garden, or too ugly or beautiful, but in my eyes at least had the merit of being there since I was memory: this new, with the usual benches purchased in the catalog, with the usual street lights inexplicably excessive in number, with the usual lawn survived on little land tiles and concrete, with multi-colored wooden toys are seen as equal by now Canicattì Brescia, is just what you'd expect to find under home once exceeded that prohibit signs to play ball and bring dogs and bicycles and do all that we imagine to want to make a green space. It is, in short, the garden district that taught us to imagine giving us playmobil dolls as children: that things should go in a certain way, it is good to learn from children.
"Garden" is derived from a word of Germanic origin, as the corresponding Greek word paradeisos which in turn descends from a Persian word, means a place enclosed, indeed, "the" place par excellence enclosed space, where as in a hatchery, or a vase, or in the womb, what is really Man is born and is protected with what nature is benevolent to man and then planted.
"Garden" is, therefore, the "land men" in opposition to what is hostile and incomprehensible. Later the place
walled closed, the area where they wanted to exclude all that part of the phenomenal world, which could induce anxiety or unpleasantness in its visitors, has become a place of delight for a few more to interdict, and then start from late eighteenth century, to be open to all: the "public garden", a real oxymoron, owes its existence to the Enlightenment and the Revolution that made a common good that which was previously reserved for the clergy and nobility.
The garden will suffer in those years the same process of worldliness which will subject the art at that time, and permanently, separates his camp from that of religious celebrations. From then on there will be "art" as a place of experimentation and "sacred art" as a place for a canonical representation gradually slip into kitsch, while the garden to be "exciting machine," a place of enchantment and meeting with the ineffable, become a rational place dedicated to the recreation of healthy bodies.
Today we use the same word to denote spaces in the vicinity of trees stations and those who walked the terraces Semiramis of Babylon, and we will have no difficulty in calling the "garden" open areas, sometimes dangerous and should be avoided as they are frequented by prostitutes and drug dealers. Homonymy
This is the scar of a landslide of the soul is no longer nature but to seem dark and dangerous feel, if anything, that is more in the nature to need to be defended by the dark impulses of man (the park, In this sense, is exactly the opposite of the garden). The whole world is now "ground man" and do not need fences to keep out threats, "external" and to prevent those "internal" coming from vandals and thugs: the treatment is the same defense that we must make efforts to preserve any public property. The garden is thus reduced to street furniture, which is celebrated in space that is the equality between a bench and a fence, a lamppost and a tree, a lawn and a sidewalk.
And so while all around the first barrel to blow up New Year's Day looming, a short, rubbish bins and public drinking fountains, I'm here at square Giovene, which concerns me a bit 'surprised that this new space is the old one as is a fitted kitchen to the dining room of my grandmother with the furniture in the tradition of trying to engage some of the local Liberty hints learned by browsing catalogs and Paris where we crowded in many, but just so many, that seemed to be their "home".
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