E '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 in the palms, your eyes will hang close to the ground, in gutters, the drains, the herringbone of fish, the waste paper. You can not say
one aspect of the city is more true of 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 in the morning and finding the bad mood 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 can no longer detach from the cobblestones. The reverse is not excluded, but it is more rare: so we continue to roam the streets of Zemrude, with eyes that dig beneath the cellars, the foundations, the wells.
(Calvino - Invisible Cities)
one aspect of the city is more true of 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 in the morning and finding the bad mood 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 can no longer detach from the cobblestones. The reverse is not excluded, but it is more rare: so we continue to roam the streets of Zemrude, with eyes that dig beneath the cellars, the foundations, the wells.
(Calvino - Invisible Cities)
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