Firenze
the moon was slung like a cat’s claw
scooped the earlier crack of calcio storico
the canons
the roar and blood
and ladled it all
quivering
into the Arno
Santa Croce, le scale
and Signore Alighieri
an overdressed
unamused
writer
who pretended not to notice
things blooming
not the bruises
nor the heat
not even the fireworks
that lightening flowered the river
but he saw, he saw:
he fell once and she a thousand times more
poems, prose and pathways
Writer | Artist
Fatos e Curiosidades sobre a natureza e tecnologia
Meditations on Art and Life
"per l' allegria il pianeta nostro è poco attrezzato. Bisogna strappare la gioia ai giorni futuri "
a resource for moving poetry
Linking collage work to the meaning of personal and universal symbols.
This is my adventurous story about buying, designing, and renovating homes in ITALY
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