“Don’t you see, it’s the end, take me home

because I want to die under my cherry trees. Take me home”
These are very personal lines that belong to the realm of life and intimacy profoundly lived by Adriana Rezzele – Cimbrian language poetess from Selva di Progno with a degree in geography. These are the very last words her grandfather said to Andriana’s father a few days before passing away in the hospital of Tregnago. When I meet her to shoot her portrait, I happened to read these sentences in the foreword of one of her books and I was profoundly touched.
The dialect spoken between these mountains is very well known to me because there, in one of those districts, is where my roots are. Nonetheless, I find these words universal in finding a way of expressing that visceral feeling of belonging to a place. For both of us, even if with different means, the choice of researching the Lessinia region derives from this sense of belonging, which results into a parallel drawn between what exists and still “resists” in this Cimbrian land and what is actually perceived. The French geographer Armand Frémont describes this very well when talking about “espace vécu” – the lived space.
The lived space is nothing but everyone’s own place, not the actual one found on the geographic map but more simply the one we perceive and the one we would translate into a symbolic representation of our reality using the means that better suit us. 

The lived space is different for each one of us, but it’s shared in art because our space contains mutual elements with that of others.