Whoever comes to Rome thinks of the Colosseum, a light westerly breeze blowing through the cafes on Via Veneto, the Dolce Vita of the great Fellini, and the embrace of the Pope in St. Peter’s Square.
Rome is also about water with its 1500 fountains. Flowing transparency which enchants out gaze and carries it far away, the sparkling of a thousand silver squirts, the glittering drops that become pearls flying free in the city. A city resting on the Tiber with the rays of its fountains lighting up like fireworks to illuminate a street, a square, a courtyard.
Water as sentiment and architecture. Water and life, the flowing of time and the eternal movement of spurting water.
Eyes looking upon transparency. Sweet water, clear water, live water, fresh water of life. Water that accompanies the world’s journey. Fountains for lovers or the elderly with rusted passions in their hearts.
Fountains that capture glances and take them into crystal dreams, the spirit cleanses itself, gains awareness, breathes, daydreams whilst the magic of millions of invisible bubbles fill the air with tears and smiles.
Fountains play a music that is song and prayer, harp and violin. They are the notes of a melody born of eternity, chords that walk together with the mystery of man.
The Cultural Waters Association has filmed some of the most beautiful fountains in Rome. Compositions of great musicians accompany the flowing waters in a concert of spurts, fonts and springs, for an orchestra that plays in the skies of the world.
