The other day, in that strange dimension between yesterday and the past perfect, here in Rome was almost spring, pioviccicava, and I want to take off his coat, then the facts are taken from me, and I was almost happy with this almost spring, scappottare a bit 'out enjoying the fruits of the season, then more I was in that other days in advance by the parties of Piazza San Giovanni, which benefited from a pass early in the afternoon do not know and I do not even know her, and then unexpectedly, we found ourselves alone, so it was nice and we arrived to the point earlier than usual. And like all the rare times that are ahead of those parts, taken from this primissimavera, I have made a short walk along the puddles, to the basilica, or perhaps Basilica, which is not I still not only how to spell it but even if I like it or not, I mean the interior, and every time I'm there and I forgot to check, and I lose a bit '.
This time, to say, I went straight ahead to the apse, I was attracted to this central throne, moreover, is there a post office, and there was this atmosphere between the film and fantasy empire (Roman? not really), with the papal chair, clearly much more modern of the beautiful mosaic that is upon us, that sounds dull, and reflects, to a deep gold color, and the disproportion of monsters from the late Middle Ages. He looked like a set, a nice set modern, with just the lights, pretend that you believe that fake, and then the throne in- mondo, nelle chiese, nei ritagli di tempo dati dalla tangenziale, ci sono stati e ci sono i troni, ma pensa te- il trono tutto isolato dal resto, dalle panche di legno messe ai lati, che ci saranno passati dei metri di distanza, bianco ma non candido, bianco imponente incorniciato in oro-aureola, con di base quattro gradini che si restringono sempre più, tipo piramide a gradoni, tutti belli fregiati che davano proprio questo senso di potere ma pure di sacro. E devo dire che ero conquistato, aspettavo che da qualche porte arrivasse qualche cavaliere, qualche messere o giullare, qualche dama da corte, qualcuno pronto a farsi nominare qualcosa dal trono stesso, che era così bello, stabile, schietto e ispirato che poteva fare tutto da solo, senza quegli orpelli che ci mettono sopra tipo i re o peggio ancora i papi re -che poi penso ora che scrivo, più allora che vedevo, quando si dice salire al soglio pontificio, beh mi sa che ci si riferisce a questo di soglio/trono, no, così almeno so con chi prendermela. Insomma stavo lì che aspettavo di sentire un bel rumore di armatura, spade e lance da benedire, un bel misto fra barbarie e stendardi, un clavicembalo, insomma tutta roba da palazzo più che da chiesa, ed effettivamente la cosa che mi piace di più di San Giovanni, della basilica dico, è che non è poi tanto una chiesa, tant'è che ogni volta che ci finisco in realtà vado lì con un unico fine, vedere se pure quest'altra volta, in this other day, someone simply use as a passage, as a way to cut from the square where is the baptistery, which is the real Piazza San Giovanni, and the square of which is concertone Piazza di Porta San Giovanni (distinction in the newly discovered network for I know 'ignorant). If you enter from the right side of the transept and exit from the main entrance, or vice versa as well that there is no church in the direction of travel, you save the circummavigazione around the palace complex, a few minutes walk, and since the rational is real, well there who is. So a few years, since when one of the advances in these parts I happened to see three or four people entering business, and so could, my personal little game is to see how many they do in the few minutes I'm there. And 'that I find, boh, a funny thing, no, stimulating, one might well play between "church", "place" and "pass" on contemporary re-appropriation of the land and complete indifference to me strange that that thou hast around, just to think about and give to hear this "shortcut religious, and I often play when I'm there, and I rebound the things on my mind, but now I'm here and then save them to you. I mean this other day, I say what has become 'post I'm at the end, but at the very end that I was about to pass from the advance to the delay, the first two women, one with the heels a bit' noisy and the other or perhaps the same one that left a trace of its strong scent, they have made the right aisle without looking around, straight to straight, and after a rapid sign of the cross, have been lifted. Then a young man but you were to give him "sir", complete with a briefcase, his face but I know a seminarian seminarian who was not with the headphones in your ears has done the same path with no sign of the cross or other interaction with the sacred and the profane place.
To which, after yet another confirmation of this I do not know, I left happy to see again the rain.
