Naples is chaos: narrow streets that look like labyrinths, balconies full of lying clothes, motorcycles that zigzaguean between pedestrians and time, that seems to flow in their own way. From that chaos comes a beauty that defies any rule, even imperfection. They say that chaos is in reality such a perfect order that man, limited, is not able to understand it. And then there is Manuel de Falla: an unclassifiable composer, whose work provokes adm…
Naples is chaos: narrow streets that look like labyrinths, balconies full of lying clothes, motorcycles that zigzaguean between pedestrians and time, that seems to flow in their own way. From that chaos comes a beauty that defies any rule, even imperfection. They say that chaos is in reality such a perfect order that man, limited, is not able to understand it. And then there is Manuel de Falla: an unclassifiable composer, whose work provokes adm…