If it were not for his past that one can only imagine or study, for the treasures of historical, archaeological and artistic, on the other now reduced to empty sets of bait and representation, and metastasis of trade policy of two states if it were not for its geological location, now unrecognizable, because urbanization canagliesca covering the ancient Roman countryside like a blanket of dung in which Rome is beautiful to me, if it were not for the memory of his people, for no other survived to the subculture in which the businessman and has run incarognito Advertising es'รจ disintegrated in the categories of consumers, if it were not for all that is gone, dead, buried and almost forgotten, Roma would make me really sick.
no longer exists. There is the old city or the artistic. There is no longer the popular city, submerged by the decomposition of the traffic, the turpitude of the modern Roman cemetery and most of the districts subsequent to nineteen hundred. The people of Rome gives the advertising. They've taken off the streets, alleys, fountains, the surrounding countryside, the people locked up in the dorms to dream unnecessary to forget the best in life. And these people knew that life is worth now. At one time anyone came to Rome to be Roman and became Roman changed his mind. Now everyone gets to Rome became an asshole.
Rome no longer exists, except in the minds of those who think. The beauty of Rome is not in the world today and the world of today has no merits, he just repainted the walls for the use of representation, as is done with the studios in the center, hotels in palaces. This is done for money.
You did it for money before, though. So Rome, the new one, the metropolis that usurps the current coat of arms of this ancient metropolis, the place where for more than two thousand seven hundred years and we look upon the world, does business, it is small and vast conspiracies, one dies of stress and anger, is not a place unlike any other. And no place like Rome, the eternal city, the eternal refuge of the beggars. Wore ragged in the Caesars triumph, beggars begging the pope king, a boastful ragged cheered the balcony, like beggars in cahoots with them by signature institutional selling apartments where there should be only vineyards, wheat, nymphs chased by fauns, contemplation and the study of world arts and life. And the city Modern was to be built around the old, but on the other hand, to the east.
Rome attracts me, as the contempt. And 'the distorted mirror of this world, is multi-faceted mirror of the times, the mirror is broken in the past.
many things happen in Rome and Rome is a place so well known and studied most of the things that concern have never seen or heard.
I know of a few.
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