Outside the city center, along the way Nomentana there are two churches that constitute one of complex most beautiful early Christian era and Byzantine. From consular already seen the spire of the bell tower of the first churches, S. Agnes, not to be confused with the homonymous famous work by Borromini is located in Piazza Navona. It was built in 342 and was erected by Constance, daughter of Emperor Constantine, even though the current building was rebuilt several times in later centuries. After a flight of beautiful courtyards, a ladder set in a quiet and soft shadows to the entrance of the second church, Santa Costanza. This was actually a fourth-century mausoleum dedicated to the daughters of Constantine, that Constance and Helen. Later it became the Baptistery of S. Agnes and in the thirteenth century it was consecrated as a place of worship. It 's rare, if not unique, find a medieval Roman church with a condition so perfect shapes and decorations. The mosaics that cover the full annular barrel vault of the nave is a masterpiece of extraordinary bill focuses on a myriad of geometrical topics, plant and figurative. When I am here as long, flowing along the walls of this place, it becomes circular. So I take this opportunity to walk, observe, reflect and enjoy its magnificent silent peace.
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The moon fills the kitchen with the rays deserted, abandoned in the apartment. No one is silent and looks around the kitchen that is purified from his duties.
The moon turns red: its fire transforms the cold dishes, glasses and kitchen. None
, while relishing the idea of \u200b\u200ba coffee cup and freed from his life, he thinks that it is increasingly difficult for him to find places where books intact quiet.
Suddenly the door opens and appears, dragging four bodies, a handful of laughs.
Pressed by the blaze of items, from lamps lit too, annoyed by the flesh speaking, no one escapes.
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The moon fills the kitchen with the rays deserted, abandoned in the apartment. No one is silent and looks around the kitchen that is purified from his duties.
The moon turns red: its fire transforms the cold dishes, glasses and kitchen. None
, while relishing the idea of \u200b\u200ba coffee cup and freed from his life, he thinks that it is increasingly difficult for him to find places where books intact quiet.
Suddenly the door opens and appears, dragging four bodies, a handful of laughs.
Pressed by the blaze of items, from lamps lit too, annoyed by the flesh speaking, no one escapes.
Design and texts of N. Manzoni (© All rights reserved)
The moon invades the deserted kitchen in the abandoned apartment. Silently Nobody walks around and watches the kitchen That purifies the ITS functions.
Becomes The red moon: its cold fire transfigures dishes, glasses and stove. Nobody
, while enjoying the idea of \u200b\u200ba coffee cup without and Its Own Existence, That Thinks it is increasingly Difficult for him to find places intact WHERE quietly making His flight.
Suddendly, the door opens and a handful of laughs, dragging four bodies, Appears there.
Pressed by flushing the voices and the heateded lamps, Bothered by the flesh speaking, Nobody runs away.
by N. Manzoni (© All Rights Reserved)
Becomes The red moon: its cold fire transfigures dishes, glasses and stove. Nobody
, while enjoying the idea of \u200b\u200ba coffee cup without and Its Own Existence, That Thinks it is increasingly Difficult for him to find places intact WHERE quietly making His flight.
Suddendly, the door opens and a handful of laughs, dragging four bodies, Appears there.
Pressed by flushing the voices and the heateded lamps, Bothered by the flesh speaking, Nobody runs away.
by N. Manzoni (© All Rights Reserved)
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