Water Infrastructures
“Only facts matter, only facts must matter. We are what we do. Intentions—especially good ones—and remorse—especially justified—each person can wrestle with them as they wish, within themselves, even to the point of disintegration, of madness. But a fact is a fact: it holds no contradictions, no ambiguities, it does not contain the opposite or the contrary.”
Leonardo Sciascia, Candido: or, A Dream Dreamed in Sicily
The land gives without asking,
silent, it stretches, it waits,
through the valley, through time,
we walk, shadows carried by light—
endless rows of vines,
twisted olive trees,
stones, smooth, worn by centuries.
silent, it stretches, it waits,
through the valley, through time,
we walk, shadows carried by light—
endless rows of vines,
twisted olive trees,
stones, smooth, worn by centuries.
The earth, brittle under the sun,
dries, crumbles beneath our steps.
We follow the water,
a trace, a line,
shaping the land with quiet hands—
a gesture,
an act,
an embrace.
dries, crumbles beneath our steps.
We follow the water,
a trace, a line,
shaping the land with quiet hands—
a gesture,
an act,
an embrace.
The horizon breaks,
unbroken,
the cowbell’s faint chime,
the salt of air,
clinging to skin,
until the pink moon rises—
soft, quiet rebellion,
against the dying red sun
falling, swallowed by the sea.
unbroken,
the cowbell’s faint chime,
the salt of air,
clinging to skin,
until the pink moon rises—
soft, quiet rebellion,
against the dying red sun
falling, swallowed by the sea.
©MIRONEarchitecture
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