Fog and sadness roam the Macaronesia
the seventh continent, the newest.
Born from the fire and the sea, where the Atlantic opens
Azores, Madeira, Canaries, Cape Verde, Sao Tome I like to add.
Islands red and black volcanic rock, the tip of the Azores and verdore Sao Tome
counterpoint to the dryness of Cape Verde.
the Canaries do not know, the other 21 island universes are 21 different dialects, history
and features. Universes tiny but complete.
domineering nature, the sea is the enemy, the man fits, if it can, if you can not escape:
we took him by force of arms or poor. From Europe or Africa.
beautiful landscapes, extremes, as often in volcanic soils. But they are repetitive, a bit 'all the same. In Macaronesia item Overtime is human history. Recently, low-facts.
A journey, centuries ago by deported. Then generations relegated to an island, without ever getting out. Then another trip, by emigrants. As the dissemination of life in the universe of meteorite meteorite. By chance.
Portuguese, English, African, like everyone else. Then come to the islands and become something else. The island change the soul of the people.
The Azorean have populate the world. United States, Brazil, Angola, Mozambique.
only a shade above the Negroes. Increasing number of Cape Verdeans in the United States that in Cape Verde Fogo those are all in Brocton, a suburb of Boston. We have recreated their island.
Mακάρων νῆσοι, the islands of the blessed for the Greeks, who preferred their e
were not here. The Carthaginians were the Canary Islands, were called Guanches and were exterminated by the Spaniards. Boccaccio speaks. The Azores are the Medici in the Atlas of 1351, well before the Portuguese say of them face up.
Between Europe and America, stand for galleons and skippers are poured blond
reserves of water, firewood, meat and American arms for pirates and whalers.
Stationary air, base of antennas military station of transoceanic cables.
Islands that exist because someone needs it. The islanders see them arrive;
then they go and they remain. Desire to follow them and afraid to face the world.
Mare big bad sea, sea control, sea that divides them.
Not the sea of \u200b\u200bUlysses, is Ahab.
1500 Flemings in the '400 came to Faial Isatis for cultivating, textile dyes. Several others are still there, in their village, Flamengos. I have done with their parish Sunday lunch today. No one spoke.
Sadness by fog, by isolation, by the Portuguese, sad people in the continent.
In Cape Verde the African blood and warms the room where you live. Women used to juggle with expertise stupratrice of settler violence against the Portuguese.
only entertainment, music, widespread everywhere and always. Every island, every village a band, a different style.
Macaronesian I am. I have spent 1% of my life. And suffered and suffer the syndrome of the block. Melancholic nostalgia del mondo lontano, paura di tornarvi. Un’isola è un utero. Desiderio e dovere di lasciarlo, ma lasciatemi dentro ancora un po’. Qui sto al sicuro, niente può succedermi, di male. E la tristezza macaronesica m’invade.
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