Who knows what would've thought Mauro Cristofani, rough and polished cutting edge in the genius of its remote student of Etruscan and disperses always evoked the ancient and modern lessons, revenue in the blood of those who knew him and followed for one year (academic) to talk about the Etruscans and Corsica, and saw the supreme exhibition of Florence, eighties, waiting for a lost dream dreams . And his books still pulsating with life and teaching, not easy, as the Master was not easy, even for marginal students, who gladly hosted on Perspective, in debating all that out of the Etruscans, you never know. And make you feel so much who was the Master, but every so often. But
metaphors acknowledged and unintended perhaps would have liked, to him curious about everything, ready to catch all the tools of knowledge to understand the ancient and the present.
Shadow of Professor Cristofani hinthial as the Etruscans would have told the South and the North, ruled that only unparalleled, from the foot of the Alps to Mount Vesuvius, for a moment, and for a moment longer than the memory of that academic year the children of dark late sixties, leaden prelude to the years of lead, illuminated by its youthful rage, in Pisa. The style and society, the patterns and structures, given the reality of the archaeological and philological analysis of the historical ... all together, dominated as the chariot of horses that led angry with solid hand and brilliant drag when traveling in the underworld, the new life after the first. Even
Cristofani Mauro, the symposium endless, from the heart of the Etruscan house built with architectures defying storms, yet draws us beyond the walled room that Porcari marks the space of the living, and the reconstructed tomb Inghirami that brings us into the space of the dead, communicating and neighboring worlds, separated by a diaphragm unsurpassed.
0 comments:
Post a Comment