foi aproveitar enquanto durou

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este ano também não há Trieste:
"There were no more than a half dozen people wandering around the Miramare Castle, a small, lovely residence overlooking the city that was conceived in the mid-19th century by the Austrian Archduke Ferdinand Maximilian Joseph. A story: He’d hoped to retire there with his beloved wife, Carlotta; instead, he was pressed into an appointment as emperor of Mexico, a bizarre and preposterous episode that ended when he was captured and executed by Benito Juárez. He never had a chance to live in the castle; instead, the hapless Carlotta, insane with grief, occupied the place alone and in seclusion.

I would say you can’t make this stuff up; but you can, and if you can, Trieste is a place to do it. There are many cities in the world that are made for painters and painting; there are cities for filmmakers, for music, for ballet. But there are no particular cities for writers and poets; the occupation is too solitary, its audience too amorphous. Or perhaps there is one, this one, Trieste — a city made for talking, thinking, writing, wandering. A city for storytellers and makers of verse. I loved it immediately. I’m going back as soon as I can."
aqui no NY Times.

apenas virtualmente.

embora lento, o encontro com Chatwin tem redefinido alguns pensamentos. a chamada literatura de viagens (alguém - quem- dizia que a fotografia era sempre tirada como se o fotógrafo fosse um forasteiro, um estrangeiro, ou seja, com a devida distância para melhor ver o local). esta distância deve ser aquilo que se chama literatura de viagem, um diário quase íntimo de alguém num cenário estranho e, para si, sem memória ou associações a não ser as de outrém.)

quem: Vicente Todolí a introduzir a exposição do Paul Graham na sala de exposições da Fundação Botín, em Santander, aqui:



de caminho: o papel de aguarela, ou o papel pesado e texturado, come a cor.