Dentro e poi fuori il Monastero di Jeronimus. Nel chiostro. Mi seggo sui gradini dentro al chiostro e mi guardo attorno. Rumore di passi accompagnano lo sciamare dei turisti. A volte discreto ed a volte invadente. Mi appoggio alla balaustra e mi guardo attorno. Decisamente imponente. Decine di arcate, guglie, gargoiles, intarsi, piccole patere, insomma di che perdersi per ore. Un tutto che attrae ma che mette paura. Si rischia di finire in un gorgo di linee, ombre e sfumature. Meglio concentrasi su un particolare, mentre qualcuno, di cui intuisco lo sguardo, sbircia da dietro le spalle.
Ed in cielo le nuvole dell'oceano corrono e s'addensano, foriere di pioggia. Che verrà.
Postcards from Lisboa #4 - In and Out Jeronimus
In and out Monastery of Jeronimus. In the cloister. I seat on the steps inside the cloister, and take a look around. Noise of steps accompanying the swarming tourists. Sometimes tolerable and sometimes intrusive. I lean with my shoulder on the balustrade, and look around me. Definitely impressive. Dozens of arches, pinnacles, gargoiles, inlays, small patere, something to lost in for hours. A really attractive set, but that puts fear. You risk to go down in a endless whirlpool of lines, shades and nuances. Better to concentrate on a particular, while someone of which I can feel the watch, take a look from behind my back.
And the clouds in the sky from ocean are thickening, getting to rain. And, at last, it comes.
Ed in cielo le nuvole dell'oceano corrono e s'addensano, foriere di pioggia. Che verrà.
Postcards from Lisboa #4 - In and Out Jeronimus
In and out Monastery of Jeronimus. In the cloister. I seat on the steps inside the cloister, and take a look around. Noise of steps accompanying the swarming tourists. Sometimes tolerable and sometimes intrusive. I lean with my shoulder on the balustrade, and look around me. Definitely impressive. Dozens of arches, pinnacles, gargoiles, inlays, small patere, something to lost in for hours. A really attractive set, but that puts fear. You risk to go down in a endless whirlpool of lines, shades and nuances. Better to concentrate on a particular, while someone of which I can feel the watch, take a look from behind my back.
And the clouds in the sky from ocean are thickening, getting to rain. And, at last, it comes.
Il Chiostro del Monastero di Jeronimus - Belem - Lisboa
Acquerello e Matita
Maggio 2009
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