Charm of bad poetry. evocative images, vague metaphors, slogans, suggestive, sentimental aspirations: as you know are false, but are still as fresh and exciting. As one leaves trembling!
And as Tosca at the theater, we find ourselves saying, is a comedy, I know. But this anxiety that comes over me ... (Here is an artist!). 
weight of the past (happy). Of course, when you see This historic city, with those streets, those magnificent palaces, those gardens, those splendid views of the countryside - all of which are no longer capable of doing. And those beautiful statues, these paintings? And who departed from Venice in the Middle Ages to go to China, and those in the eighteenth century they went by boat to the South Seas? Those who founded the free nations, who fought against dictatorship? conductors of hosts, the inventors of music, writers of novels? And the relatives of the last century, who have done great deeds brave, to love, work and adventure? And that time we were so happily seductive, so quick to decide, so confident of our intuitions? Quanta intelligence, love, passion, in the things of the past, how will we be still the case? (This is the trap)
how everything went in order, once that happened, as everything is full of meaning.
Of course, it's like in the stories that only someone who has done it is there to tell. And those castles, which seem so picturesque it is because there is no longer who dominated them (otherwise you would see). And those churches by the thresholds of grass, how relaxing it is because they do not control us anymore. 
Traditionalism. We used to see old things marked by the patina of time: the paintings yellowed buildings reduced to some butt, clothes and ingrommati frayed, faded colors.
What a surprise then to see the paintings in Egypt thousands of years ago, perfectly preserved by the climate. What bright colors! And how well you recognize the familiar scene, the table set, that food so similar to ours! And those sandals, as they are similar to those that we are right now. And the layout of the rooms, and a humorous skit, with the child who hides under the table, not just oddly familiar?
E 'which basically have evolved little in the last thousand years. Sure, technology, knowledge and institutions have changed completely. But houses, food, clothes are not so different (and even emotions, feelings and fears.) Many hiking trails are still the locations of the Stone Age hunters, and a simpler, more secure and easier to walk from one place to another is simply to follow them (have been tested for thousands of years). And in the caves in Liguria were found the remains of meals of the Palaeolithic: olives, cheese, a soup of millet and mixed vegetables (such as the mes'ciua): eat something today, that is.
As a child I remember it was said that the millennium would like the astronauts ate a pill instead of steak. The millennium has come and past, and instead continue to eat much like thousands of years ago. (And even to love, hate, hope.)
(television, ipod and entertainment do not constitute a counterpart fund of books, concerts, and landscapes? Something to let go, to pass the time, imagine? And vice versa when the connection is slow or does not take the phone, which is the difference with a real cabin with a coin telephone, or in a letter that never comes? What matters is who's there with whom we speak)
