I write this note to aphorisms, almost Franti thoughts, as befits the description of a castle being destroyed.
Calatubo site is the oldest in the area of \u200b\u200bAlcamo, the most important ancient, continuous settlements from prehistory to early history, the Middle Ages.
was a center of culture Sicilian, Greek, Roman, Arabic ...
Idris in 1154 describes him as a great Arab farmhouse, full of life, with wheat fields well cultivated, with a seaport.
E 'abandoned, abused, stolen piece by piece, brick by brick, stone by stone, forgotten.
illegal excavations by grave robbers even with bulldozers. The necropolis
completely looted, Chancellor, the bones of the dead outraged when released.
He gave us fragments, Greek vases, cups ionic kilikes, skyphoi, amphorae, oil lamps umbilicate, Roman axes, handles with stamps of Rhodes, the eponymous magistrates, which indirectly reconstruct the streets of the Mediterranean wine, wheat, oil. There is a mysterious artifact
then, of course stolen and lost: a clay mask of the local production of the sixth century BC.
It 's a magnetic face has almond-shaped eyes that fix away, witch, a prominent nose and mouth posed as an enigmatic smile. It could be male or female, young or old, and fix the millennia, penetrates nell'oltretempo: is the face of a shaman elimo or the smile of Being original?
Castle Calatubo was superbly built on a rock cliff to be impregnable.
With a battle on the field was clear, but it was destroyed, almost razed to the ground.
Who designed it could not foresee the coming of an enemy so savage.
Castle Calatubo it has not fallen as a result of an invasion of the Vandals and the Visigoths, but the hand of a most terrible barbarian horde: ignorance el'inanità municipal bodies. Another more subtle invasion
therefore it has broken down, less sensational, less combative and more deadly. A snake
mocks the highway, erodes the weather, indifference sink it.
and dies in a melancholy euthanasia.
I'm tempted to applaud this ecstasy of abandonment: no poetry, symbol, retribution, fate, the eternal and bloody figure of Sicily.
sensual mysticism of ataraxia oblivion.
It 's the wry smile of eternity, the smile of the mysterious shaman uomodonna the form.
Sometimes a tiny delegation of penguins in suits climbed up the fortress, hastily celebrating a rite of empty words, ensures its heart to save the castle are councilors, mayors, ladies.
I tell you better than this theater il silenzio. Non parliamone più.
C’è almeno poesia in questa rovina senza ritorno, nel mormorare del torrente Finocchio tra una raffica di vento e l’altra nelle torri diroccate, in un’ape che sopra i fiori viola del camedrio sibila preghiere in voli trattenuti e improvvise accelerazioni circolari come un dervisci in estasi in una danza sufista.
Il castello si inabissa lentamente in una lotta impossibile contro l’eternità e cede alle ultime dolci invasioni: l’abbandono, le argentee colonie di assenzio, gli eserciti dell’ortica, della malva verde, le piante pendenti di capperi fioriti nei muri…
Cede anche all’oltraggio distratto di un pastore che da decenni vi dimora col suo ovile e forse non ha pensato di essere l’ultimo abitante di Qal’at awb, il grande casale arabo, l’ultimo signore del castello dopo una interminabile catena di nobili: … Berloni, Peralta, Duca di Bivona, Moncada, De Ballis, Papè, principe di Valdina…
Le pecore, le bibliche semitiche pecore.
Quella in fondo ad est, triangolare, è la “torre dei colombi”, sempre piena del loro tubare gutturale, come volessero comunicarci il segreto del castello con i suoni criptici di un alfabeto esoterico.
E questa di Sud ovest è (era, è crollata da due anni) “a turri d’u Re Biddicchiu”.
Il barone D. Nicolò Flugj Papè nel libro Calatubo di mons. Regina: "(...) under this tower is a secret tunnel. It was walled up at the beginning of the century by Prince D. Peter Pape following a serious accident to a young employee of the castle. It had come out of curiosity and was silent for ever, perhaps traumatized by the discovery of human skeletons: it was probably mortal remains came to light during the digging and deposited there. It was called the tower u Re biddìcchiu because according to legend, there was still a child being held at an early age, perhaps natural, Martin King. "
Better not go into the tunnels, they could overwhelm voices of ghosts, of Turks, the cries of "u re Biddicchiu" o il volto di medusa della maschera dello sciamano.
Dal castello tutto è magia, apparizione iniziatica, vertigine: il mare sembra una stoffa, le montagne onde improvvisamente pietrificatesi, le colline tappeti volanti.
Trent’anni dopo del geografo Idris, nel 1184, il pio pellegrino della Mecca, l’andaluso Ibn Gubayr, naufrago in Sicilia, partendo da Palermo e diretto a Trapani, arrivato a Carini, preferì la via interna e passò per Calatubo. Quindi sostò una notte in una borgata detta Alqamah, piena di mercati e moschee: “(…) Di là partimmo e dopo un breve tratto arrivammo al castello detto Hisn allamah (castello dell’acqua termale). Scendemmo dai cavalli e ristorammo i corpi con un bagno…”.
Calatubo site is the oldest in the area of \u200b\u200bAlcamo, the most important ancient, continuous settlements from prehistory to early history, the Middle Ages.
was a center of culture Sicilian, Greek, Roman, Arabic ...
Idris in 1154 describes him as a great Arab farmhouse, full of life, with wheat fields well cultivated, with a seaport.
E 'abandoned, abused, stolen piece by piece, brick by brick, stone by stone, forgotten.
illegal excavations by grave robbers even with bulldozers. The necropolis
completely looted, Chancellor, the bones of the dead outraged when released.
He gave us fragments, Greek vases, cups ionic kilikes, skyphoi, amphorae, oil lamps umbilicate, Roman axes, handles with stamps of Rhodes, the eponymous magistrates, which indirectly reconstruct the streets of the Mediterranean wine, wheat, oil. There is a mysterious artifact
then, of course stolen and lost: a clay mask of the local production of the sixth century BC.
It 's a magnetic face has almond-shaped eyes that fix away, witch, a prominent nose and mouth posed as an enigmatic smile. It could be male or female, young or old, and fix the millennia, penetrates nell'oltretempo: is the face of a shaman elimo or the smile of Being original?
Castle Calatubo was superbly built on a rock cliff to be impregnable.
With a battle on the field was clear, but it was destroyed, almost razed to the ground.
Who designed it could not foresee the coming of an enemy so savage.
Castle Calatubo it has not fallen as a result of an invasion of the Vandals and the Visigoths, but the hand of a most terrible barbarian horde: ignorance el'inanità municipal bodies. Another more subtle invasion
therefore it has broken down, less sensational, less combative and more deadly. A snake
mocks the highway, erodes the weather, indifference sink it.
and dies in a melancholy euthanasia.
I'm tempted to applaud this ecstasy of abandonment: no poetry, symbol, retribution, fate, the eternal and bloody figure of Sicily.
sensual mysticism of ataraxia oblivion.
It 's the wry smile of eternity, the smile of the mysterious shaman uomodonna the form.
Sometimes a tiny delegation of penguins in suits climbed up the fortress, hastily celebrating a rite of empty words, ensures its heart to save the castle are councilors, mayors, ladies.
I tell you better than this theater il silenzio. Non parliamone più.
C’è almeno poesia in questa rovina senza ritorno, nel mormorare del torrente Finocchio tra una raffica di vento e l’altra nelle torri diroccate, in un’ape che sopra i fiori viola del camedrio sibila preghiere in voli trattenuti e improvvise accelerazioni circolari come un dervisci in estasi in una danza sufista.
Il castello si inabissa lentamente in una lotta impossibile contro l’eternità e cede alle ultime dolci invasioni: l’abbandono, le argentee colonie di assenzio, gli eserciti dell’ortica, della malva verde, le piante pendenti di capperi fioriti nei muri…
Cede anche all’oltraggio distratto di un pastore che da decenni vi dimora col suo ovile e forse non ha pensato di essere l’ultimo abitante di Qal’at awb, il grande casale arabo, l’ultimo signore del castello dopo una interminabile catena di nobili: … Berloni, Peralta, Duca di Bivona, Moncada, De Ballis, Papè, principe di Valdina…
Le pecore, le bibliche semitiche pecore.
Quella in fondo ad est, triangolare, è la “torre dei colombi”, sempre piena del loro tubare gutturale, come volessero comunicarci il segreto del castello con i suoni criptici di un alfabeto esoterico.
E questa di Sud ovest è (era, è crollata da due anni) “a turri d’u Re Biddicchiu”.
Il barone D. Nicolò Flugj Papè nel libro Calatubo di mons. Regina: "(...) under this tower is a secret tunnel. It was walled up at the beginning of the century by Prince D. Peter Pape following a serious accident to a young employee of the castle. It had come out of curiosity and was silent for ever, perhaps traumatized by the discovery of human skeletons: it was probably mortal remains came to light during the digging and deposited there. It was called the tower u Re biddìcchiu because according to legend, there was still a child being held at an early age, perhaps natural, Martin King. "
Better not go into the tunnels, they could overwhelm voices of ghosts, of Turks, the cries of "u re Biddicchiu" o il volto di medusa della maschera dello sciamano.
Dal castello tutto è magia, apparizione iniziatica, vertigine: il mare sembra una stoffa, le montagne onde improvvisamente pietrificatesi, le colline tappeti volanti.
Trent’anni dopo del geografo Idris, nel 1184, il pio pellegrino della Mecca, l’andaluso Ibn Gubayr, naufrago in Sicilia, partendo da Palermo e diretto a Trapani, arrivato a Carini, preferì la via interna e passò per Calatubo. Quindi sostò una notte in una borgata detta Alqamah, piena di mercati e moschee: “(…) Di là partimmo e dopo un breve tratto arrivammo al castello detto Hisn allamah (castello dell’acqua termale). Scendemmo dai cavalli e ristorammo i corpi con un bagno…”.
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