Cities and eyes. 2. "It's the mood of the beholder which gives the city of Zemrude its shape. If you go by whistling, your nose hovering behind the whistle, you know it from below: window sills, flapping curtains , fountains. If you walk with your head, stuffed with nails the palms, your eyes entangled ground level, in the gutters, manholes, the herringbone of fish, the waste paper. You can not say that one aspect of the city is truer than the other, but the Zemrude of up to hear about especially those who remember the sinking of Zemrude down, following every day the same stretches of road and finding the morning, the mood of the day before, encrusted at the bottom of the walls. For everyone, sooner or later the day comes when we bring the eye down the drainpipes and we can no longer detach from the cobblestones. The reverse is not excluded, but is more rare: so we continue to roam the streets of Zemrude eyes now digging into the cellars, the foundations, the wells (and . OscarMondadori, 2006, 66).
by: Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino
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