POMARICO HD: LANDSCAPES NATURE

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Thursday, April 23, 2015

Pomarico (Greek: Pomerikon) is a small town of 4500 inhabitants in Southern Italy, in the region Basilicata. It is about 30 kilometres (19 mi) from Matera, the capital of the province to which Pomarico belongs. The mother church, whose restoration ended in 1994, has a Baroque facade and contains within it paintings by Pietro Antonio Ferro and Andrea Vaccaro, a wooden statue of San Michele dating back to 1400 and a valuable antifonario the sixteenth century. The edge of town stretches for 500 hectares, the forest of "Manferrara". The Marquess Palace, built in the 18th century, and still standing in the centre of the town. The Main Church dedicated to St. Michael, also built in that period. It has a baroque façade and contains a beautiful wooden statue of St. Michael (1400), as well as paintings of Pietro Antonio Ferro and Andrea Vaccaro. The church of St. Anthony of Padua (18th century). It lies by a former convent, that was transformed into the City Hall. Location: 3 km. by the river Basento around the town of Pomarico (province of Matera) Major periods . 1) The human presence on the plateau of Pomarico Vecchio has testified during the sixth century. aC by furniture and artefacts from a necropolis located at the source S. Giacomo. Giacomo. 2) Starting from fourth century. aC stands on the same plateau inhabited a broad and articulated, with a mighty walls and a regular plant, which will remain alive for a relatively short time, until the second half of the third century. aC . It also relate a necropolis, located on the south-eastern hill. 3) In the Middle Ages (XII-XIV century AD.) Attending resumption of life at the site, witnessed by the discovery of artefacts and furniture to an island grave pit. The excavations conducted in 1989 by the University of Turin, in collaboration with the Archaeological Superintendence of Basilicata, have helped to shed new light on this important site of indigenous ellenizzato internal Lucania. Before then, in fact, were known only some of the walls and a small strip of the necropolis. The new explorations have led to the discovery of the urban regular, set a mesh of orthogonal roads, in which five suspects were isolated. At the center of the plant was also detected a large public structure, known as the "big house", articulated in a series of rooms overlooking a central courtyard. It was designed for the consumption of meals rituals common (hestiatorion), as revealed in particular the discovery of some bothroi with obvious remains of a meal. The function of religion-politics-as well as the complex is confirmed by finding a naiskos, an altar and a stone base for a bronze statue. The most known citizens of Pomarico were Niccolò Fiorentino (lawyer and patriot during the Neapolitan Revolution, 1799) and Francesco Caggiani (awarded with a gold medal during the World War I).
The elementary school in the city is named in honor of Caggiani. Franco Selvaggi, member of the 1982 Italy side that won the World Cup, was from Pomarico.

Pictures SPERA GERARDO - POMARICO (ITALY)

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Pomarico FrameSet Production 2015...

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Thursday, September 18, 2014

ETERNAL distances

ETERNE LONTANANZE

Suonano le campane
per qualche santo che non conosco
in queste ore certamente sante,
e il suono arido per la campagna
si sparge senza risonanze
tra la paglia bruciata, tra le piante
che non san fare un bosco,
si perde per le valli malsane,
e con l’umile terra esso si lagna
paziente, delle eterne lontananze.

Carlo Levi settembre 1935

Pictures SPERA GERARDO - POMARICO (ITALY)

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Dragonfly (Pomarico MT)

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Wednesday, May 14, 2014

The Sassi of Matera

In the remote southern Italian region of Basilicata is the unique and ancient cave-city of Matera, famous for its sassi (stone houses carved out of the caves and cliffs). Haunting and beautiful, the sassi sprawl below the rim of a yawning ravine like a giant nativity scene. At first sight, the sassi appear as a jumble of faded stone huts - where narrow alleys and stairways lead every which way and streets are sometimes rooftops - but behind the house-like facades are simple caves, inhabited since Paleolithic times.

The sassi of Matera tell a tale of poverty, hardship and struggle. The city’s history is best immortalised in writer Carlo Levi’s revealing book, Christ stopped at Eboli (published in 1945) - a title suggesting Basilicata was beyond the hand of God, a place where pagan magic still existed and thrived. Inside the cave dwellings, large families lived alongside their livestock and, even as late as the 1950s, without electricity, running water or sewage. In such unhygienic conditions, disease was rife, especially malaria. Instead of sweets or money, children begged for quinine.

Reacting to outrage from the general public over the revelations of Levi’s book, the government forcibly relocated the inhabitants of the caves into modern housing in the ‘new town’ on top of the cliff. Ironically, Italy’s shame drew curious visitors to the sassi, especially after the area was declared a Unesco World Heritage Site in 1993. Matera’s fame has since increased, attracting a trickle of inhabitants back into the caves. Today, many buildings in the sassi are crumbling and abandoned but a growing number have been restored and transformed into cosy abodes, restaurants and swish cave-hotels. For a glimpse into the past, the Casa Grotta di Vico Solitario (off Via Bruno Buozzi) gives an insight into cave furnishings and living conditions of the 1950s.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

I cannot meet the Spring unmoved

I cannot meet the Spring unmoved --
I feel the old desire --
A Hurry with a lingering, mixed,
A Warrant to be fair --

A Competition in my sense
With something hid in Her --
And as she vanishes, Remorse
I saw no more of Her.

by Emily Dickinson

Pictures by SPERA GERARDO - POMARICO (ITALY)

Monday, July 1, 2013

And All i need...

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Wednesday, March 20, 2013

The saddest noise, the sweetest noise

Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)

The saddest noise, the sweetest noise

The saddest noise, the sweetest noise,

The maddest noise that grows,—

The birds, they make it in the spring,

At night’s delicious close.

Between the March and April line—

That magical frontier

Beyond which summer hesitates,

Almost too heavenly near.

It makes us think of all the dead

That sauntered with us here,

By separation’s sorcery

Made cruelly more dear.

It makes us think of what we had,

And what we now deplore.

We almost wish those siren throats

Would go and sing no more.

An ear can break a human heart

As quickly as a spear,

We wish the ear had not a heart

So dangerously near.

Pictures by SPERA GERARDO - POMARICO (ITALY)

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Late Morning ...

Late morning

Late mornings,

in your arms,

tangled in sheets,

caressed by flesh,

soft light bouncing,

lost in your eyes,

could anything be better?

by hailey

Spera Gerardo Pomarico (Italy).

Saturday, April 21, 2012

April 2012 ...

Pictures by SPERA GERARDO - POMARICO (ITALY)

" The Weary One ... Pablo Neruda "

The weary one, orphan

of the masses, the self,

the crushed one, the one made of concrete,

the one without a country in crowded restaurants,

he who wanted to go far away, always farther away,

didn't know what to do there, whether he wanted

or didn't want to leave or remain on the island,

the hesitant one, the hybrid, entangled in himself,

had no place here: the straight-angled stone,

the infinite look of the granite prism,

the circular solitude all banished him:

he went somewhere else with his sorrows,

he returned to the agony of his native land,

to his indecisions, of winter and summer.

Friday, April 6, 2012

Aftermath and resolution...

Spera Gerardo Pomarico (Italy).

Sunday, November 27, 2011

He sleep ...

Spera Gerardo Pomarico (Italy).

Sunday, September 12, 2010

September 2010 MANFERRARA (MT)

Da September 2010 0002 POMARICO MT

Love One Another

Love one another, but make not a bond of love
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Fill each other's cup, but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread, but eat not from the same loaf.

Sing and dance together and be joyous,
but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone
though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping;
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.

And stand together yet not too near together;
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.

Poem by Khalil Gibran (aka Kahlil Jubran)

Pictures taken by SPERA GERARDO at POMARICO (ITALY).

Friday, September 3, 2010

September 2010

Da September 2010

Pictures taken by SPERA GERARDO at POMARICO (ITALY).

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

AUGUST 2010 .......

Da AUGUST 2010 .........

... sunset ...
The colors blend,
forming a magical atmosphere.
I sit watching the sunset
knowing that soon will end.
I close my eyes and I see you in all your splendor.
Hope to see you in my dreams.

Pictures taken by SPERA GERARDO at POMARICO (ITALY).