The steel bands
tightened and suffocated her.
She doesn’t succed
breathing, the air was damaged, the asphalt skin was by now almost broken.
Some deep wounds, work of nails, reached the depts of her chest.
But that was not the
worst thing.
She had lived a lot
and if this was the end, beh, she cannot blame, she had had a
extraordinarily long and glorious life. But there was something that her
soul could accept.
Once she was the
Landlady of the known world, her name provoked fear.
People that belonged
to her great empire were privileged, outside of which only darkness and evil
superstitions lived.
But nothing last forever.
Then after almost
1000 years she fell: the decadence, the invasions, the ransacks. But this is
life. For some centuries she had had a minor role, but it doesn’t matter,
she was still there full of history and culture. Image an unique in the
world.
But today… today she
has to face worse slashes.
The real barbarians
she has known by now. Not even half a century, indeed, in half a century she
was defaced, depressed, humiliated.
Rome was there
staring at the politicians that stole and intrigue on her restourations. She
was there looking at vandals dirtying her ancient walls. She was there
gazing at her sons ignoring and polluting her. She was there listening to
the undeserved insults from the north.
Rome wasn’t
accustomed to these affronts, until now no one had notched the city spirit,
the soul inherent her big being. She stared at her large vein flowing sick
to the sea. She felt on her arms the swarm of useless and abject beings.
She cannot sleep, even in the night she must shake herself from metal scraps
wherever scattered.
But what has
happened?
Why dosen’t nobody
look after her?
Why all this
uncaring attitude?
She has a great past
and a glorious name to defend. But now she feels tired, tired as never
before, nauseated. So she decided to go on strike.
That mornng when
Carlo walked towards Colle Oppio he realized that the Colosseum had
disappeared and as he, in the meanwhile thousands of Romans confused looked
around searching Piazza Navona, Pantheon, Piazza di Spagna.
Nothing, there was
nothing.
The Forum Romanum
disappeared, Tiberin Island, Trastevere, Fontana di Trevi and Sant’Angelo
Castle had disappered. Everything had vanished.
The Romans in the
streets looked at each other sorely astonished.
A feeling of angst
slowly slipped inside their souls and in two days everybody understood what
had happened.
The spirit of Rome
after the millennia had decided to go, disgusted.
Rome was now a city
like all the others.
this
short tale is translated by me, so sorry for the mistakes.
The
Author
