In spring, the color of the sky is a special cobalt blue and the light is refracted between the domes, the palaces, monuments and streets do not explain in a few words. For this we let a passage of “Quer pasticciaccio brutto di via Merulana”, written by a milanese much loved Rome, Carlo Emilio Gadda, to tell some emotion that can evoke the eternal city …
“The brigadier pulled with foot and accelerates towards the fountain. From standing where the plane was full of house and descended to river. Rome’s appeared expanse as a map or a plastic. Just smoked at Porta San Paolo: a cleansed near of infinite number of thoughts and buildings, which had cleansed the north wind and the onset of the warm south wind had a few hours later, with the usual carelessness, resolved easily and sweetly dilated images. The dome of mother of pearl; domes, towers, dark patches of pine. Elsewhere, ash-colored, elsewhere all pink and white veils in chrismation: a sugar to a paste in a morning of Scialoia. She looked like a large clock smashed on the ground that the chain of the Claudian aqueduct would tie… joins… to the mysterious sources of the dream”.