Each “marking” is the tracing out of a measure, a “dividing” of what was united to comprise and hold together the two sections.
The signum, the “incision” of the ground, cutting the rock, establishes new links, leads and “reunites” time after time in a new relationship both expanses of the landscape lying behind.
The sign is, Heideggerianly meant as a “bridge”.
The cement bridge, links the edges, reunites the laceration and it lets be crossed by men, the bridge of air and light reunites the landscape, it lets be crossed by the glance. It represents, negatively, the fortifications that protect and isolate the near promontories.
In so far as an incision, the marking is also a “searching “in the deepness of things: inside the rock body the cleft displays the section of the structure engraved. A cement walkway – substance of human production – leads the discovery, the re- emerging of ancient hidden tracks.
The light digs the substance bowels, air and wind go in between the rock walls, time erodes and deteriorates the mineral. The cracks mark the path, dig and illuminate the stops and the activities of men.
Then there was a pause, a great gust of wind could be felt rushing through the air, like the first deep breathing of someone awakening, and the mass of stone and earth began to move, a ship drawing away from harbor and heading out once more to an unknown sea.
Josè Saramago
