Until there will be fragments of beauty, something there will always be to gather from the world. As they disappear, the mind loses the ability to grasp and to master. This big adrift flotsam with the old name of Italy is still, for its residual beauty, a not pale help to the thinkablity of the world¹.

This is a quote from the powerful book of journey notes "Un Viaggio in Italia" (A Journey to Italy), written by the italian poet, playwright, novelist Guido Ceronetti (sorry nothing on wikipedia nor elsewhere) between 1981 and 1983 during his endless budging across Italy.

I wonder if he would repeat this words today.

_{1. Translation by Italy is Falling as always. Here's the original: "Finché esisteranno frantumi di bellezza, qualcosa si potrà ancora capire del mondo. Via via che spariscono, la mente perde capacità di afferrare e di dominare. Questo grande rottame naufrago col vecchio nome di Italia è ancora, per la sua bellezza residua, un non pallido aiuto alla pensabilità del mondo." Einaudi 1983, page 39.}