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a very good book that I have not been able to exploit properly:
with a microphone (which I rarely use), I manage this lily .

place here, then, the pace of wonderful book "Cemeteries stories of regrets and follies" of Giuseppe Marcenaro, which I read tonight the "literary terrace" organized by within the framework of the tightrope walker MesiArte / Factory 2010 words
high in the courtyard of the Faculty of Engineering Mesiano (TN).

The theme of the readings were "buildings "

Calendar

10.8 The Gregorian calendar is 10 August. That day marks the martyrdom of St. Lawrence. In the night rain the Perseids, the tears of heaven.
The Neapolitan poor, died Aug. 10 of each year from 1762 to 1890, came under a slab of volcanic stone marked with 10.8. The plate was opening up a space of two meters by two, deep twelve. At the height of ten feet the well had a grate, a kind of sieve, draining a decomposition dripping in underground river that hosted sauce corpse. And this for 366 shaft tombs, funereal image of a formidable schedule in the form of astronomical encryption, built on the slopes of Poggioreale in Naples. With a perfect storm forecast - also took into account leap years.
Cemetery of the 366 was the only I could see in some photographs published in a formal book of architectural history, which transforms the phenomenal delirium in a mortuary technician reasoning. For historians to be the best example High Enlightenment of the disposal of corpses. In his composure, the courtyard with the apertures 366 is the result of a visionary like no other. It was thought, funeral formidable machine, such as liquidation of corpses in order to safeguard the health of the living. His urge strict timeline, the imaginative application of number, the grimace, the quadruplet dry, highlights even more the city for which it was made, the capital of superstition and fatalism.

Each day of the world, from 1792 to 1890, the team of honorable people, with housing on the porch at the entrance of geometric enclosure, recorded at sunrise, a look at calendar, they removed the right pane. And waiting for the arrival of fresh dead. Wrapped in a simple shroud was dropped in "his" day. A shovelful of lime. Do was to wait the next one, if it arrives. Until sunset when the day ended, the stone was put back in place until the following year. It worked well, as a perfect astral clock, the cemetery of the 366 was.
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