Unframed by poetry
A canvas of awe
|Chiara - Berlin, Germany - 7.51 am|
|Maurizio - Sanremo, Imperia, Italy - 8.10 am|
|Maurizio - Ospedaletti, Imperia, Italy - 8.21 am|
What's in a name?
That which we call a rose
by any other name
would smell as sweet.
|Marisa - Roverbella, Mantua Italy - 1.26 pm|
The sun came through the branches of the tree above her.
|Gaia - Trieste, Italy - 2.40 pm|
I really love fog. [...]
It hides you from the world and the world from you.
You feel that everything has changed,
and nothing is what it seemed to be.
No one can find or touch you any more.
|Celenia - Castelfiorentino, Florence, Italy - 3.41 pm|
|Celenia - Castelfiorentino, Florence, Italy - 3.44 pm|
The moon, in her chariot of pearl.
|Ilaria - Bologna - 3.49 pm|
...distant views seemed to outlast by a million years the gazer
and to be communing already
with a sky which beholds an earth entirely at rest.
|Irene - Pietrasanta, Lucca, Italy - 5.10 pm|
For my dreams I hold my life
For wishes I behold my night.
|Celenia - San Casciano in Val di Pesa, Florence, Italy - 8.17 pm|