Holy Sepulchre is a cathedral inside the city, not a building defined and separated from the surrounding houses, but 'inside' the buildings, without a clear separation between walls. Golgotha is not a hill, but a depression: it is there that Jesus was crucified.
Above this vault of rough rock there are ruins, caves, chapels on different levels, Orthodox and Catholic praying in different places, at the same time, a stopped time, where life has won death, forever.
It is a continuous ups and downs, with high vaults, arches of candelabra that descend from above, flickering flames and the scent of incense, a continuous song. Above the large arches, the roof of the tomb is a small square, here architecture changes, after the stairs you discover another geography, following the thread of rituals and prayers from all continents.
The most humble and poor place is right above the holy sepulcher, it is the monastery of Ethiopian monks. Maybe they are up there because the poorest are closest to heaven.... One of them feeds the cats, it seems to be in Africa, other monks are sitting praying or resting in the semi-hidden courtyards surrounding the square, while four of them smiling at me. Their bell tower are four old bells hanging in a holes of the wall.
Here there is the whole world concentrated in one place, a reality where all contradictions, sumptuousness, poverty, differences are embraced, where people are united by something that is indefinite, I could only feel it, with my heart exploding in the chest.
Jerusalem, March 2022
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#jerusalem #holisepulcher #ethiopian #christ #monastery #gerusalemme #christian #israel
Life in Nepal,
near Kathmandu, october 2016
#nepal #himalaya #asia
Gullfoss ("Golden Falls") is an icelandic waterfall located in a canyon of the Hvítá river (southwest Iceland).
"The Hvítá river flows southward, and about a kilometre above the falls it turns sharply to the right and flows down into a wide curved three-step 'staircase' and then abruptly plunges in two stages. The average amount of water running down the waterfall is 141 cubic metres per second in the summer and 80 cubic metres per second in the winter. The highest flood measured was 2,000 cubic metres per second." (from Wikipedia)
You can see also the canyon in the Hvítá river.
#iceland #gullfoss #waterfall #rainbow
Gullfoss waterfall, Iceland.
#iceland #gullfoss #waterfall
Why I can't give free tips?
Yesterday.
Foggy lands and Monte Cimone.
#foggy #appenninomodenese #fog #cimone
This morning.
Foggy lands and Monte Cimone in the background.
#foggy #appenninomodenese #fog
Monte Ramaceto at twilight, view from summit.
#mountain #trees #seaofclouds
Monte Ramaceto at twilight.
#mountain #trees #seaofclouds
Ludo di Chiavari.
Two children were playing at the sunset. I imagine also they were talking about their segrets...
#sunset #clouds #chiavari #liguria
Monte Ramaceto.
In front of the abyss....
#mountain #trees #wind #seaofclouds
Monte Ramaceto.
Hanging from the sky.
#mountain #trees #wind #seaofclouds
Today sunset.
Sailing under a red sky.
Lido di Chiavari.
#sunset #chiavari #skyporn
Arp Vieille - Aosta valley.
Loneliness.
Analogic pic (Ilford HP5 film)
Stillness and movement at the same time.
The trees know the right balance.
Monte Ramaceto
#mountain #trees #wind #seaofclouds #balance
Heart of light
Monte Penna, Appennino ligure
02.01.2022
Cima della Croce,
Vallone d'Arpy, Valle d'Aosta
Nelle leggende dei popoli che vivono oltre gli oceani
Gli amplessi con la terra per vincerne la sterilità
E rinnovano i cicli della vita alla luce dei falò
Ma sedendo quietamente l'autunno viene da sé
Le litanie delle donne dei villaggi dell'Indonesia
Davanti ai simboli di pietra invocano la fertilità
Ma intanto l'universo geme nelle doglie del parto
Quelli che sanno le cose non parlano
E vedi il sole nella pioggia
E il sole nella pioggia
Nelle valli dove le acque scorrono in silenzio
Le iniziative personali, i rituali, non servono
Il mondo è un'ombra che cammina nel fiume del Tao
E la luna alla finestra il ladro non la porta via
E vedi il sole nella pioggia
E il sole nella pioggia (Il sole nella pioggia)
E vedi il sole nella pioggia
E il sole nella pioggia (Il sole nella pioggia)
E vedi il sole nella pioggia
E il sole nella pioggia (Il sole nella pioggia)
E vedi il sole nella pioggia
E il sole nella pioggia (Il sole nella pioggia)
Il sole nella pioggia · Juri Camisasca
Happy holiday from Fivizzano!
This huge Christmas tree plenty of light and color has been located inside the Old Town of Fivizzano, in front of the castle.
Appennino tosco emiliano, Lunigiana.
#christmas #christmastree #holiday
Sea of clouds, December 2021
Appennino tosco emiliano.
#seaofclouds #clouds #fog
Sea of clouds, December 2021
Appennino tosco emiliano.
#seaofclouds #clouds #fog
Today sea of clouds.
Here Monfestino castle, Serramazzoni (Italy)
Appennino tosco emiliano.
#seaofclouds #castle #clouds
In Finisterre it is an habit to leave a personal object, to abandon it
hanging by a stone or in a bush. An object that maybe binds us to some of our past experiences, painful or not. It is left to leave again lighter. A friend of mine throws on a cable a pair of old shoes with which he made the walk, and he had to throw them many times to get the rope. He would like to stop to look at them once again, to greet them, but he fails, he ran away, towards the 'earth'.
There are some people who left screams, others who vented, but it annoyed me, breaking a murmuring and magical silence. On the cliff the fog is thick, rapid paths lead to positions perched or suspended on nothing, outposts for the unknown. Someone has written: "no fire, no hazard". "No fire" because it is an habit to burn objects that are no longer essential to us. This dense fog is populated with humanity that comes and goes, some in a group, some alone. There are rocks, turrets, stone crosses, human artifacts are mixed with natural ones, the end of the world is a no-place where categories are mixed and everything changes and approaches the true matrix of things. A girl is leaning on a cross, her arms folded, her hair flapping fast in the strong wind. Yes, there is a strong wind, it is like a wish. Who knows if she cries, will her personal object be made of tears?
My gaze is lost in the white, I would like to leave so many images that I have inside but I can't think of anything, in truth I don't even think about something. My head is transparent and everything and nothing goes through it. My friend sitting next door throws a shirt in the air, is sucked off as soon as it leaves it. I think of all this strong wind that massages the muscles of the face, fills the brackish hair and beard.
It's raining but I don't feel cold. My gaze is fixed on the beyond
I don't see yet. The sensation is to be on the prow of a great ship that is the world, it is not the wind that rushes towards us but we are moving forward, we are thinking to be still, fixed to the same point, but we are moving towards a future that is still virgin, to be imaginated, to be thinking again every time. This wind I desire, nothing more. It should never stop.
#finisterre #blackandwhite
Twin trees at sunrise.
#fog #trees #sunrise #wood
Sunset on Libro Aperto.
Appennino tosco emiliano, Italy
#mountain #sunset #clouds
Croce Arcana, december 2021.
On the ridge between Tuscany and Emilia Romagna there was a strong wind: I saw river made by frozen snow, and my camera has suffered a bit for low temperature.
I had my wooden mask from Perù, so my face didn't get frozen!
Apparent temperature was about -27 degrees.
This condition is usual in this place: the humidity from the Mediterranean sea meets low temperature, and all things get frozen.
Two days ago I took my ski and I went to Croce Arcana, on mountain between Tuscany and Emilia Romagna (Italy).
In the wood no wind and magic light effect between frozen trees and branches.
To be beautiful, mountains must have graceful lines, to be more beautiful they must be covered with snow. Because of rocky cliffs are to snow-capped peaks as skeletons are to flesh and blood creatures (F.S. Smythe)
Ski mountaineering on my mountain.
Appennino tosco emiliano, 12.12.2021
In Finisterre it is an habit to leave a personal object, to abandon it
hanging by a stone or in a bush. An object that maybe binds us to some of our past experiences, painful or not. It is left to leave again lighter. A friend of mine throws on a cable a pair of old shoes with which he made the walk, and he had to throw them many times to get the rope. He would like to stop to look at them once again, to greet them, but he fails, he ran away, towards the 'earth'.
#caminodesantiago #spain #fog #finisterre
