On this day Percy Bysshe Shelly, the poet, is keeping us company with his poem "The Cloud". Sit back and enjoy.
LUCIA
GABRIELLA North
CELENIA
SERENA
CHIARA
GAIA
GABRIELLA North-West
ILARIA
GABRIELLA North-West
I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
GAIA
CHIARA
And when Sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath,
MARISA
I sift the snow on the mountains below,
and their great pines grown aghast;
and all the night 'tis my pillow white
while I sleep in the arms of the blast.
[Percy Bysshe Shelley]
LUCIA
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Lucia - Turin, Italy - 6.46 am |
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
the sweet buds every one.
[Percy Bysshe Shelley]
GABRIELLA North
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Gabriella - Milan, Italy - 7.30 am |
CELENIA
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Celenia - Empoli, Florence, Italy - 9.06 am |
SERENA
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Serena - Empoli, Florence, Italy - 10.15 am |
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
and laugh as I pass in thunder.
[Percy Bhysse Shelley]
CHIARA
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Chiara - Berlin, Germany - 10.49 am |
GAIA
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Gaia - Trieste, Italy - 11.45 am |
Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills,
over the lakes and the plains,
wherever he dream, under mountain or stream,
the Spirit he loves remains.
[Percy Bhysse Shelley]
GABRIELLA North-West
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Gabriella - Sanremo, Imperia, Italy - 1.00 pm |
ILARIA
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Ilaria - Pisa, Italy - 2.13 pm |
GABRIELLA North-West
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Gabriella - Sanremo, Imperia, Italy - 3.00 pm |
I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
and the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain when with never a stain
tha pavillon of Heaven is bare,
and the winds and sunbeams with their complex gleams
build up the blue dome of air
...
[Percy Bysshe Shelley]
GAIA
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Gaia - Trieste, Italy - 6.10 pm |
...
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
and out of the caverns of rain,
like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again.
[Percy Bysshe Shelley]
CHIARA
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Chiara - Berlin, Germany - 6.10 pm |
And when Sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath,
its ardours of rest and of love,
and the crimson pall of eve may fall,
from the depth of Heaven above,
with wings foldd I rest, on my aery nest,
as still as a brooding dove.
[Percy Bysshe Shelley]
MARISA
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Marisa - Roverbella, Mantua, Italy - 6.12 pm |
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