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In the rhythm of the Marangona

Somnabulic fantasy That oneiric night, wrapped in a mantle of rain drops that was tapping a gloomy cadence, a oneiric night illuminated by a lunar reflector, and darkened by rainy clouds, Annabel found herself in a smallish campo1, one of the numerous in that town, not knowing how she got there, lost as every reader, looking for a yarn hank to catch, a lighthouse on the literary offing, however, the magic of the words is always hidden between the lines. The clouds were crying on the sky because Annabel was barefoot. She turned around like a whirligig, taking a threatening look at desolately environment, while the sky tears were caressing her. As the balloon pin, strong dj vu stabbed her or it was jamais vu, depending on the angle of observation, she shuddered. At the very edge of midnight sight, she saw the mysterious figure under the umbrella, surrounded by a smoke aura. The handsome simulacrum. Let the reader imagine, carried by fluttering bookish sheets, some weird concetto22 which faithfully reflects this atmosphere, for what are words but merely outlines of thoughts, darkened silhouette on a white paper expanse. She went to the stranger and asked - !here am "# The man ignored the $uestion and replied to her - %ome under the umbrella, madame. &ou will get wet. Annabel was not paying attention to her dress which, $uite soaked with rainwater, became transparent and so the contours of her naked breasts appeared, magnificent as two miniature 'runelleschi(s domes, which are the splendour among numerous models, such as Titian(s )enus with a mirror, Sacred and profane love, )enus by *rbino, Sleeping )enus +with ,iorgione-, The .enitent /agdalene, 0anae, 0anae with the nursemaid, 0iana and %allisto, The Abduction of 1urope, )enus blinding %upid2 A lady from %aravaggio3s The seven works of mercy, %orreggio(s 0anae, 4aphael3s The Three ,races, The baker2 Leonardo3s Leda and the Swan2 .iero di %osimo(s Simonetta )espucci, .rokrida2 0iana hunting by 0omenichino, 4embrandt3s 'athsheba, ,abrielle di 1strees and one of her sisters of 5ontainebleau school, 'otticelli(s )enus, )asari(s Andromeda,
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Campo - Venetian term for the square. Otherwise, the campo (Italian) - field. Concetto - Baroque figure of speech nown for its strange, far-fetched, !i"arre comparisons with the aim to impress the reader !# its literar# $irtuosit#.

)asari(s The .ainter(s Studio, 5lora by 'artolommeo )eneto, 1va .rima .andora by 6ean %ousin the 1lder, 7ymph by 6acopo .alma il )ecchio, The Serpent tempts 1ve by Lukas %ranach the 1lder, The Seven Ages of !oman by 8ans 'aldung ,rien, Tintoretto(s 0anae, Atalanta by ,uido 4eni, 'athsheba by 8ans /emling, 09rer(s 1ve, 4ubens( )enus and %upid, Allegory on the blessings of peace, 8elen 5urman , %ellini(s 7ymph of 5ontainebleau, 5lora 5rancesca /encius, The Abduction of the Sabine !omen and allegorical 5lorence who triumphs over .isa by ,iambologna, )enus by Luca %ranah, Amanati(s The ,oddess of Abundance, An Allegory of )enus An:ou 'ron;ino, ,abriel d31stres +School of 5ontanbloa-, The girl in the bathroom by ,iovanni 'ellini, ,races by Antonio %anova, )erone;i(s 0isappointment, 4espect, )enus and /ars, The Abduction of 1urope, 1ducation of .an by Luca Signorelli, )an "ke3s 1ve, 0anae by 6an ,osaert...and so on. Annabel covered herself with an umbrella, stepping into a fog made of smoke that, by its turbidity, resembled to her current state of mind, and she repeated the $uestion - !here am "# - 0oes it matter# Anyway all this is my. - !hat# - /irage. "llusion. - " expect a different answer. - 0o not you recogni;e me# She didn(t have a clue where she was. This unreal ambience was, although confusing, in some miraculous way a comfortable and nice to her as it was getting under her skin, but it can not be said that it was carved in her mind. 'earing that in mind, she replied - 7o - Nota bene. The reality is a parody of dreams, and even when inveterate realist falls asleep, he also accepts romantic method. !hile he was holding an umbrella in the left hand, in the other he had a cup of steaming coffee. 8e gave it to Annabel - 8elp yourself.

She accepted a cup, took a three<$uarter sip of this harmonious blend of Arabica and 4obusta, which began to irritate her sensitive senses and imagination, and her thought started to accrete, free as the birds in the sky, perfumed by fantasy which can be smelled only by bookworms coffea Arabica innaeus, two thousand meters of altitude, tropical climate, six feet trees, three years of seeing through from the land, flowering, harvesting, 'ra;il, /ay, 6une, 6uly, August, coffeea !anephora "ierre e# $roehner, Africa, six hundred meters of altitude, wet, dry method, sunbathing, abduction, peeling, burning, two hundred %elsius degrees, grind, combination of caffeine yin and yang into a whole ... all flashed through the mind in one forte espresso sip. 8er bare feet felt rainy discomfort from the sidewalk long time ago, so she moved from one leg to another, heard the sound of numerous bells, and saw that her tonality of perception had changed, and she asked - !hat3s that noise# - =uintet from campanile the Maleficio%the &rottiera%the Me''a &er'a%the Nona and the Marangona( - The Marangona# - The ancient bell, only which survived the fall in >?@2., ringing at noon and at midnight. Since her memory is short today, as she fell from the sky and found herself in this intersection of time and space, she didn(t notice that the map of the whole city was embroidered on the inner side of her dress, with sewn bells in all the places where the bell towers are. "nstead, she was watching the beautiful Savinelli ) *rient pipe, which made a thick cloud of smoke around them, such that it clouded up the s$uare step, which otherwise the umbrella cleared. An inscription was glistening on the pipe, engraved in gold calligraphy in the Ancient ,reek language. - !hat does it say on the pipe# - A'eauty is in the eye of the beholder.A Annabel was combing now that longhaired inscription from the pipe in her mind. Bh, what a shifty feeling. She woke an association of the circus<distorted mirrors, on those concave and convex metaphors. Annabel3s manner, by the way, was to ideali;e each particle that approach her within reach, or better to say, at gunpoint of imagination.

The gentleman with a pipe started some boring monologue, which Annabel was listening with half an ear - .rivate aesthetics eats what it wants, protected by a wall of sub:ective hunger. 'eauty is a personal understanding of curved and crooked lines, a perfume reflection on the fragrant mirror of skin, attitude toward sigh...All silences do not smell the same. 5or example, a writer, as a literary filmmaker, is making a fresco on fresh mortar of an elusive imagination, which the reader consumes, whether for breakfast, lunch, snack or dinner, through its kaleidoscope, creating a uni$ue tutti frutti experience, maybe hearing silence in ' minorChe was talking indefinitely. The conversation become even weirder to Annabel, to the extent that she began to listen more carefully the language they were speaking, because it seemed magical tuneful and melodious, and at times strange. As she did not notice the inside of her dress, she also was not aware of any writings on the outside of her dress &hat dreamy night% +rapped in the mantle of the sno+fla,es that +ere falling in sleepy adagio pace% li,e parachutists in the form of +ords that% s+aying% +ere landing in the invasion on you% Annabel% tuc,ed up in her bed% +as galloping through the endless meado+ of dreams% +here grass is greener% +here sugar is s+eeter% +here a violin ,ey better slides in oiled note-s loc,% +here adjectives sound more beautiful% +here flo+ers smell li,e "arisian perfume essences% in a +ord% +here is everything bathed in irresistible comparative( An a+are boat set off to the open sea of unconscious( An amethyst amulet in the shape of a ,ey rested on her nec,% for an assumed ,eyhole through +hich +e try to pee, in eyes +ide shut( A candle +as burning on the bedside table% choc,ed in the candlestic, made of blac, African ebony% +hich once +as decorated +ith mil,y +hite flo+ers% and no+% on the other continent it itself decorates the literary interior of one novel% in the form of eared +oman listening to the opening chords of .achmaninoff !oncerto No(/ in ! minor% +hich shyly appeared from some+here% +rapped in crac,le cellophane of an old gramophone( 0hile shaded silhouette of flame +as playing seductive pirouette on the +all% sno+)+hite cat +ith cute mar,ings% in one move of a pa+% brought do+n a han, from the nightstand% +hich began to un+inding +ith 1uestionable outcome% li,e a river flo+ing through un,no+n place intert+ined in do+nfalls and glorification( It rolled do+n the stairs% +ith a triumphant cadence% in an un,no+n direction( If you +ere able to loo, at the mirror% in that abrupt staccato moment% you +ould see that on the cat-s nec,lace +as +ritten 2Andaira3(

The conversation was in the same manner for a while, but there is no need to bother a curious reader with wideness. Let(s move on. All of this became too saturated with mystery to our heroine, but since she felt that unconsciously imposed pace, some dreamy momentum does not allow to spread the story because she was incomprehensible, inert lack of time, it seemed that these events had been staged, orchestrated by one3s invisible hand, and literary metronome speeded up the beats. Someone flipped upside down clepsydra, so the sand waterfall bunches grains, so she get to the point - !hat am " looking for here# - A hank. - !hat kind of a hank# "nstead of answering, he addressed to her with another bunch of enigmatic words - !hen a snow avalanche takes an effect, it is constantly increasing by picking up snow along the way and getting stronger, destroys everything in its path paving the way, but also as game leaves a trail like a thread in a needlework that is of special color and thus determines a pattern or flow of events through which it passes, the guiding thread that should be straighten out, and which is dealt by %lotho, Lachesis and Atropos, the sign for the labyrinth exit. Annabel was not able to hear any more of this mysterious plays, lucid, but painted in the sfumato4 techni$ue, drawing her in the sleeping atmosphere. - Let(s don(t waste our time. !hich way# - 0o you see that cat# < The man pointed his finger in the direction of a cat that has :ust disappeared around the corner in fast graceful little steps, let(s say allegro gracioso. At the same moment, Annabel moved on in swift steps to the cat, which knew how to subtlest purr and mew among all those cats( choirs, whose color was the color of the purest snow colored by melted caramel, with brindle mottled tail in shades of milk and honey, which had /urano glass key around her neck. As the cat ran, at the same time, all the city(s bell began to ring. !hile Annabel was leaving the campo, at the other side, passing each other, in a counter direction, a black gondola appeared in a splendor voga alla veneta style with a distinctive tin facade, driving three ladies, each carrying one ob:ect

Sfumato - &enaissance painting technique, shadowing. 'rom the Italian. fumo - smo e, sfumato - undetermined, nuanced, !lurr#, !lurred, shaded.

stem, globe and scissors. 5rom a distance, it seemed, as it was moving on a conveyor belt, since the canal was not visible from that angle. Annabel was searching. She had in mind a hank like a lighthouse, not knowing what or why. She was cruising in a crescendo style down the cobbles of water that remembered luxurious glory and endless chapters of rich history, with a handful of charming bridges that cover the water arteries decorating uni$ue pictures$ue coulisses of this town, which Annabel called Da fairytale on waterD. She experienced this city as an island, deliberately ignoring the fact that in the middle of the nineteenth century it was revised in the half<island by the railroad. "t3s because of some her internal aesthetic to which she sub:ugates even commonly accepted reality. She was lost in some literary space that can not be caught by the head or the tail. "n one moment, she felt the rustle of paper in her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper in surprise, apparently torn from a diary, on which the following lines were written in penmanship I +a,e up in my bed under the influence of a dream that saturate my starving night( I can not escape that dreamful impression% +hich +as deeply engraved on the parchment of dreamy night( I stand up and step out to+ard the +indo+% someho+ anticipating that surprising sight +as e#pecting me there% opposed to the usual gloomy picture that claimed the right of the unchanging landscape that cherish +eed of monotony li,e a precious plant in a pot( 5oing for+ard to the +indo+% cognition overta,es me% li,e in a dream% +hen you are a+are of a fact although you do not have any information about it% that I am actually on the piano nobile and ho+ the sound of +aves lapping this facility do not cause to me( I remove drapes from the +indo+% +hich play the role of theater curtains% and they rising% open up% in front of my eyes% a scene that ta,es my breath a+ay( $antastic panorama of the 5rand !anal% seen by fabulous ,aleidoscope% by that dreamfull optics ((( She continued her route down the inspiring labyrinth of narrow streets, admiring the picture gallery of magnificent facades that ably created novelistic atmosphere. The curiosity about Annabel3s interests is the obsession with the city on the water, which by its magnificence, awoke insatiable literary insomnia in her, distinguishing by a fetish aspirations of a bookworm who passionately devours most diverse literature in the form of encyclopedias, lexicons, dictionaries, history books, biographies, autobiographies, hagiographies, travelogues, guidebooks, maga;ines, monographs, diaries, letters, correspondences, records, transcripts, notes, pocketbooks, notebooks, copies, memoirs, annals, yearbooks, chronicles,

confession , narrations, retelling dialogues, discourses, sermons, monologues, orations, comments, anecdotes, myths, legends, traditions, manuscripts, fragments, atlas, cards, maps, stories, short stories, novels, romances, the most diverse fictional creations, epics, poems, songbook, collections, chansons, can;onets, parodies, comedies, tragedies, inscriptions, brochures, manifestos, proclamations, pamphlets, pastiches, forgeries, imitations, pas$uinades, codes, codex, protocols, testimonies, proceedings, studies, essays, polemics, treatises, bibliographies, :ournals, articles, various newspaper records, compilations, scrolls, 0ream 'ooks, grammars, textbooks, instructions, recipes, breviaries, albums, librettos, sheets, lists, genealogies, collages, scrap books, calendars, geographies, scrapbook, proverbs, sayings, fairy tales ... and so on, and so on, and covered by, more or less, with common themes of a charming Adriatic lady. Btherwise, 4enaissance versatile eruditions, deeply willful, auto didactic tempered, Annabel was filling her bibliophic head with selected information, feeling devastating anachronism with the time in which she exists. Anchoret of a teary smile. As we have, " think, already found, Annabel ideali;es each particle that approaches her within reach, or better to say, on the gunpoint far from imagination. Like paper, which absorbs ink, her subconscious was absorbing factographic, aesthetic, topographic, dreamy and other threads, weaving thought palimpsest where traces of various manuscripts overlapping in the same place making the illusion of a labyrinth in which each reader individually is lost and searching for a thread of the hank to grip, so Annabel, wherever she looked, she felt an unconscious footnote that sparked in her. !ith mind sharp as the Eing3s ,ambit, and with soul checkered by essences of precious virtues, chiaroscuro reflected in techni$ue of character girl who gives birth to this description. !ell, now. "t is debatable that thing with reading, considering that Library of Alexandria, the largest library of the ancient world, was destroyed three times by three different empires. !e recogni;e that there is a risk of verbosity, thus we are speeding up our pace. After an exhausting search that should not be seen in time level, as it is relative in this case, Annabel finally stops in front of a house, get in there and tries unsuccessfully to open the door. She peeps through the keyhole and sees a girl with eyes closed and tucked in a bed. 5rom the room was coming the sound of 4achmaninoff(s %oncerto 7o. 2 in % minor, as cellophane wrapped in the crackling of an old gramophone record.

She leaves the house and under her graceful legs she also leaves a number of streets and bridges, passes through a small calleF, where everything below was covered with torn bookish leaves, so it is hard for her to, barefoot, wade candescent letters, then, not far away, she notices a suspicious person on the bridge, tearing sheets from the book and throwing them into the canal. These two scenes come to her as two bookworm slaps. 5inally, she arrives at the large s$uare. 'y the way, a man renders to her, by surprise, a saucer on which there is the engraving carpe noctem, and he addresses her - 8ere you are, madame. She takes from the saucer a hedonistic dessert named after the famous master painter from *rbin who was known for his /adonnas. She bites him. She heats up of leceder(s climaxes, notices aforementioned cat with a weather vane pinned on the tail, and since there is no time to lick her finger, she sets for her across the former stream of 6atarioG canal towards famous pillarsH in order to pass between them to see if her soul is pure, to find out whether she is going to sleep or she is going to wake up. At the same time, a flock of pigeons flies at an height of several thick books. She feels that septet of chakras sparks. The sky is of cloudy blue color. The whole scene is taking place in slow motion...if you could peek under her dress, leaving the moral aside for a moment, you would see the label on the edges 6eauty is in the eye of the beholder( C and exactly at that moment " noticed that my "ar,er Sonnet pen dries up, and the words become fainter, and a candle wick reduced, burning down and dripping on the paper ..." hope that ink will remain t

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Calle - Venetian e)pression for street Rio Batario - the canal that once flowed across +t. ,ar -s +quare. It was !uried in the 12th .entur#. Rio - Venetian term for smaller canal, as opposed to the word Canal, which is used for e)ample for the Canal Grande. Otherwise, rio - ital. (poetic) stream. / 0illars of the winged 1ion and +aint 2heodore that are at Piazzetta Interestingl#, the columns after the# arri$ed in Venice, sta#ed lied down, until 1132. 4icol5 Barattieri who lifted them. 6e did it with tightl# !ound wet ropes that were dr#ing tightened and withdrew little !# little pillars, under which sand !ags were placed as props.

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