The Leaning tower of Pisa and her sister the Eiffel Tower.
“Since the Leaning tower of Pisa was raised, it has already started bending almost as a bridge (seeming wishful of giving a land passage rather than a sky view) in order to enable soldiers to flee from the bloody battles there at the Arno's.”


The fashion Paris has the Eiffel tower as its apogee (1889). The Eiffel tower had been the world's tallest building until the completion of Chrysler's building at 1930. The Eiffel tower of wrought iron goes higher up pointing to the north, the ascension sign, while a transparent thread had shrunk the top of this French highest tower to make it in a needle format.
The Eiffel term may sound “Hey, fella, fellow! Hey, feal! Come on, up here!” the 1900's motto had been: “-Hey, you, the feal vassal, the time has come of the fruition of your working fealty, you just got the liberty to sew in your own way, fing out the bright needle between your fingers. Or the Eiffel term might be crying out as: “-Hey, feel it! Someone has just fell in love in this passion city. So free yourself to feel the risk of rising into the heights of the fashion needle, our Parisian Eiffel tower.” How important is the statement that we should be well-dressed, in its real mean, of any body has to be covered in.
The seeds of the stylish adhesion had also spread out through the Italian county, the fashionable garment also stands as a consonant trade in Italy, leaving behind the quest for perfection in all the bunch of naked statues of godlike idols which now have been serving more alike the dummies besides its classical light of art for sure.
So over the Italian soil there's the other as much famous elevated tower. The one that seems like it has been changing its original position in an effort to actually reach the sky as a rocket awaiting to be launched in a most propitious time: the outstanding leaning tower of the Pisa city. Directing one's view to somewhere outward the bunch of straight architectural lines, far from the terrestrial plane: now onto the sky with the stars twinkling. Isn't it a rocket with its upper bell as a helmet, all in all, it comes to be likewise a sort of an astronomic telescope which had been banished a while by the church with the other Renaissance studies. For decades the Pisa tower has been looking dangerously like a gigantesque seven days' candle slightly bent softening by the river till the end of its unique flame.
Being an older construction than the French Eiffel tower, nevertheless it's honestly known as the Leaning tower of Pisa (1173). The Pisa tower wasn't originally a tower but a campanile. So as it is within 297 steps in one side till the top of the tower, and on the other side, the lesser amount of 293 steps. Well, it's about a sort of clumsy campanile that is leaned 5.5 degrees (15 ft {4,5m}), with seven bells sheltered at its top which shouldn't have their tongues centered right in the middle, but always inclined nearer at some point of the bell's inside. Each of the seven bells of the campanile points divergently directions, as someone who takes a different way each day of the week in order to sell his work in diverse regions to diversified people, or more likewise the seven musical notes owing a distinguishable position on the staff. The bell tongues are touching inside as the seven notes are sounding endless still from the first bell ring.
Pisa was a place of wars, so the construction of this campanile had to be stopped several times. The Leaning tower of Pisa isn't as the lady's medieval tower with a secret entrance as well, but a tower with so much charming arcs over the columns as doorways, and in the absence of the medieval lady crying at the top, the seven bells may be crying even louder.
Many light beams and shadows go moving through the fifteen archs side by side, time after time, column by column in each floor of this pagan but also religious elevation. The victory aura may be seen through each archway and its shadowy, while the sallow radiation went tingeing the pale round walls. From those panes, several Italian myths had found pitches of wisdom catching the presence of light ever pushing the shadows out.
The Leaning tower of Pisa was consummated in flakewhite marble. This campanile of an urban cathedral complex is a cylindrical structure with eight floors, analogous a colossal pizzas one above the others, till the happening of utter swelter and fusing of its toppings and mass under the global heating. Each floor has some arcs alike the borders of the pizza slices, like each vault as a slice of pizza already consumed. The clear marble had been dissolved in one side of the tower as biscuits drowning easily in hot cheese soup.
The word Pisa sounds very much alike another Italian feature: the term of the Italian pasta more consumed in everywhere: pizza! The pizza time has won from the coffee break, and from the others beverages break times, it's quite a prime fast food.
In France, the modish cold spaghetti has its peak, where the pasta had turned in a cool salad! Over the hot creamy pasta, the red hot sauce lays as usual in the Italian cuisine, (a mark of this nation of great warriors, proud mass and with no fear of the trace of the bloody juice on it).
In some sense, the French Eiffel tower and the Italian leaning tower of Pisa were as sisters expecting to view each other again: the French, the skinny well-dressed and taller one, and the older Italian, a little fat but also light-hearted. So on, these towers' constitution is alike the portray of a sister looking for the other one. The Eiffel tower and the Pisa's tower are as sisters that are far away from each other, because these sisters aren't young anymore, and having them reached Europe, the sisters followed in two incongruous safe paths: the French one sewing for fashioning, embroideiring, crocheting, knitting new pieces while the Italian one had to cook for living, making breads, cheeses, pastas, sauces, ... They have been teaching each other some times their ways of living.
But silently the ancient leaning tower has been ending itself as an aged tree trunk with weak roots that went down, that just until the year of 2001 when it gained a reform that made the lean decrease in 17 inch (44cm).
But, how could it be possible this architectonic conception of a new world that goes so high with eight floors and still as a leaning tower where even the courageous Romans couldn't step in any longer, as considering that the tower was sort of drowning.

“Everything ends in pizza” is a Brazilian saying refering to the cumplicity in the Brazilian corrupted government in which the right and the left can be amalgamated connivently altogether a bit afar from their people's actual needs, afterwards sharing the same pizza.
And if by the truth that everything actually ends at Pisa, an Italian city nearby the Arno river, with the campanile being swamped until even the whole sacred cathedral complex would have submerged? This weighty marble tower emerges down slowly in a twisted tower that comes down as a clear cake mass, or of bread, or of pizzas indeed, or as the biggest lit candle wax melting.
On the other hand, if at the millenium start the Leaning tower of Pisa was just as a rocket prototype; in the last century of the same millenium, the pioneers balloons started to be seen flowing in the skies of the fashioned capital, Paris. Those balloons full of helium were thight seized on silk. Alberto Santos-Dumont, the Brazilian aviation's father had seized silk, cloth to build his early airships, the dirigibles.
In October, 1901, Alberto Santos-Dumont had stunned Paris when he won the Deutsch Prize of $20,000 for a round-trip flight of seven miles from St. Cloud to the Eiffel Tower within thirty minutes, having brilliantly surrounded this most famous French enthralling landmark, the Eiffel Tower.