The story of Gravina di Puglia, painful and distressing to the torment.
I spent my childhood on the edge of disaster. I walked on the edge of cliffs infinite unknown explored caves, crossed the ford dangerous streams, steep cliffs dipped. And I had only a few years, six, seven, maybe. Yet I remained alive. The fortune has accompanied me in all these symbolic journeys to discover me as well as some of my friends in this journey, by contrast, has left his life (not my memory).
But Gravina di Puglia reminds us that, stupidly, let the bad always far away, beyond, outside of us, the evil that is there, near and with us as a peaceful boyfriend. Unable to look into it, reluctant to peer into the belly of men and cities, we look to far horizons not find it, finally, the evil, but to exorcise it, remove the idea of \u200b\u200bit. Thus, children of Gravina, searched the seas and mountains, chasing impossible slopes and assumptions, they were there, two steps.
As the ogre of fairy tales, always in the expected, unexpected check from our deep groove. To bring them.
Photos :
1 - Nadar, Sarah Bernhardt 1865
2 - Jacques Henry Lartigue , Bois de Boulogne 1911
3 - Dorothea Lange, cotton picker 1940
4 - Henry Cartier Bresson, Jean Paul Satre 1946
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