Il Respiro Italiano. Expo 2015. the Italian Breath. El Respiro Italiano. Der Italienische Atem

A challenge: that of presenting to the vast audience of those who love Italy, the laboured "breath" of a Country poised between the abyss and salvation. Bound together in a brotherhood with the goal of attempting, perhaps in vain, to find the melody, nuances, essences, high notes and solos and the poetry of a Country, a group of friends found themselves caught up in the "venture", as fascinating as it is painful, of searching for the Italian breath, perhaps a breath of life for hope, or maybe the death rattle of an immense beauty, that is reincarnated, who knows , perhaps in the "word" of a handful of "pilgrims" who have fallen in love with the places of thought and stone, dispersed in the giddiness of the country Italy. Feelings that were never really dormant about the beauty, splendour and crisis of the city, and the chromatic symphonies of Italian cities, exploded into life: they resound like happy church bells, that join others and yet others until they bind, like a cobweb, all the cities and countrysides, and finally the whole Country. A challenge communicated in perceptive rather than rational terms, in literary rather than scientific terms. It was thus, from the foam of the sea, that The Italian breath was born: the perfect complement of the trilogy of literary affections for its city The scent of the city, its region Marche. The heartbeat of my land, its Country. Stories of cities, men and animals. Literary and visionary evocations in a land that is rooted in the heart. The story begins with unexpected photographic temptations: Marche as a fertile land, with a magnificent landscape, good soil and good living. Something that you sense, that fascinates you and disappears. A melodious and unknown song. A journey to the origins of our experience of life, the source of our mother land. It is thus that the Italian spirit makes the pulsating heart of the art and history of our towns and districts tremble, giving life to the hope that beauty will save our Country. The Prelude tells of a wanderer searching for his origins through the eyes of an old tarot card reader, whose face is furrowed by the wind. It alludes to a profound sense of being Italian, to the mystery that dwells in every fragment of this land and the inability to identify oneself with just a single part of the land. Through the pages of many scholars on the excellence of university research, a scientific path is developed which captures the bio-regional dimension in all its many facets, from the production of food and wine, environmentally-friendly farming, the growing social demand for lifestyle models that are more suited to the needs of the elderly and young people to forms of symbiosis between the rural environment and extended settlement systems. The Interlude weaves the common threads that guide the transition from the regional genius loci to that of Italy. The Italian breath takes shape in a modern "journey in Italy", through the stormy oases of Milan, Genoa, Venice, Bologna, Florence, Ancona, Rome, Naples and many other urban wonders, to listen to the heartbeat of a country that is struggling, and its yearning to recapture its regal spirit. Finally the Epilogue, the indissoluble embrace with beauty, that takes us to a mysterious haven, where magic and ewilderment, origin and destination meet. And the solitary wayfarer who "smells" the scent of Italian cities in every place, has the same spirit as the book, which rests its gaze on life and things, with the instinctive happiness of those who search for the traces of a great and obscured beauty, hidden in the furrows of our land, a living testament for our children, to whom, ideally, these writings are entrusted. And, finally, poetry that rips the shadows, confusing them, bonding men and stone, departure and return, beginning and end, dark and light, in a single destiny.