About Hillary on Saturday Night Live Show *_*

C’mon NBC why do you want it not to spread over the net!!!! ARGH!!!

Listening to the Masterpieces

I have been living in Rome for one year and a half, but I’ve never managed to visit the Vatican Museum until today. Though it has been a tough task at the end my flatmate, a friend of mine and me have done it. Wake up at 5:55 a.m.. I laugh at myself when my eyes are still shut. In my mind I’m thinking “today I’m going to see the sixtine chapel!”. At 6:20 I’m ready to go, but my flatmate is still sleeping. I walk along the corridor whistling and she answer’s she’s ready to wake up. Fifteen minutes later we are riding my Vespa to the Vatican City. There are only a few cabs on the road and the city is silent as never. At dawn Rome is even more beautiful than it is during the other hours of the day. 7:15 a.m. we are already waiting in the queue, Michele, a friend of mine has been waiting for us for 10 minutes. It’s pretty cold in the morning during these days but we are lucky to be within the first group to enter the museum. At 9:00 a.m., we are already visiting the Egyptian sector. The splendor and magnificence of this museum can be felt on the skin. Every floor, every table, drapery and even the shutters are so rich and full of history that you feel happy  just because you are there. We walk down a corridor full of frescos representing ancient cartographies of Italy, also the little island where I come from is represented. We go outside and then climb stairs to finally arrive to the most awaited piece of museum. Chattering aloud and picking pictures is forbidden,  even without flash. There are  always some stupid people who still try to take pictures but are luckily and immediately stopped by the security people. Still I don’t know how you cand find the mood for taking a picture to a thing that is that astonishing as the sixtine chapel. You should only keep quiet and observe with your eyes as narrow as possible, to catch any particular books didn’t show. Now you can feel the air that is breathed there, you see the organ, the cross on the altar and the Universal Judgement behind it. The vaulting is spectacular and since we divided among us the study to be done for visiting this museum, my flatmate starts silently to tell something about the sequence of wall paintings. The vivid colours and forms of men and women are hypnotic; the only thought of there being the place where the pope is elected and where michelangelo spent all of his talent makes us having the creeps.

We reluctantly go out of the chapel and start to visit the picture gallery that can be visited on the other side of the entrance hall. Raffaello’s assumption is just what we expected, then we go on to see one of Leonardo’s most famous paintings: San Girolamo.

Incomplete work of the master it has some of legend behind itself; it was found as divided in five parts in differente places of Europe. The all after the one in which we admire Leonardo’s, we find another masterpiece from another man called Michelangelo. This time is not Buonarroti’s work we are admiring, but Merisi’s, so-called Caravaggio. Caravaggio and its light… I have always studied his works on the pages of art books and even there they seemed so real to me I really enjoyed them. Watching them live is truly worthy.

 Light and darkness; the two inseparable sides of a man’s soul. Here in the Deposition of Christ all the reality he was able to express in his paintings can be seen in the face of Jesus. When you are near it you can precisely see how different is the colour of his face; so pale and grey as the one of a dead man should be. His muscles relaxed, the whole weight of the figure on the two men lying him down on the stone. Nicodemo’s elbow (the man in red) seems to exit from the painting and touch you.

It has been a wonderful sunday of culture and I know I will never stop to be surprised by how beautiful is my country. Yes, beautiful.