firenze dreams
Oct. 10th, 2008 09:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aslanti dreamt i was back in florence, looking out the window of the sede and falling in love with its intricate view of via calzaiuoli and piazza signoria. and monica remembered me, enfolded me in her embrace. it was raining and i was so in love with the city. i only loved florence in the rain, when i was there. it drove away the hated tourists.
before i studied italian, i thought florence would be like its english name, dreamy and soft and gentle. when i learned its italian name, firenze, i was struck by how fiery and harsh it sounded. and really, the city is like that. loud, with a hard dismissive z sound, more about fire than about flowers.
also, geez, do you remember girolamo savonarola? i had a special relationship with him. in san marco you can see his hair shirt, his personal tools of self-flagellation. my fascination for that might be a better explanation for my mood that year, now that i think about it.
before i studied italian, i thought florence would be like its english name, dreamy and soft and gentle. when i learned its italian name, firenze, i was struck by how fiery and harsh it sounded. and really, the city is like that. loud, with a hard dismissive z sound, more about fire than about flowers.
also, geez, do you remember girolamo savonarola? i had a special relationship with him. in san marco you can see his hair shirt, his personal tools of self-flagellation. my fascination for that might be a better explanation for my mood that year, now that i think about it.
