I recently came across a lovely poem that speaks to the heart. For those who have been to Italy,live there, or who travel there in theirdreams, I hope this will resonate in your heart as well.
ITALY
I have fallen in love With the air, the trees The thinly paved and often cracked roads And even more so with those covered in cobblestone. I have fallen in love with the tanned locals Old shopkeepers with hats and bifocals Their calling voices The natural movement of their hands The cool sea water And hot white sands.
I have fallen in love with espresso And how it feels in my throat The smell of leather Taste of gelato Harbours full of fishing boats The sound of a vintage vespa Weaving its way through a crowd And this is a country of which to be proud.
I have fallen in love with the architecture The vast and complex history The more I learn the more I admit is a mystery. I have fallen in love with the way the sun shines brighter The air is fresher And the fruit is sweeter The men are bolder And the books are cheaper. I have fallen in love with the words they say And how those words effortlessly roll off their tongues
I breathe in their culture And try to hold it in my lungs. Pizza, pesto, cute cafes Absence of anxiety, holidays The tourists who view it all through a camera lens Adventure begins and tension ends. I have fallen in love with it all Every flower Every hue All those pairs of Italian sunglasses I love them too.
Every cloud Every ray of sunshine Every painted line Every brick Of every church On all those hills In all those tiny towns That populate the green countryside And every visionary who in them has lived and died I love But most of all I have fallen in love with the version of me That comes out when I am in Italy.
Ciao all!! I am so sorry you are not seeing the Mexico posts today! However, Gin and I literally had to go tonight to check on a sick friend and I did not get home until 11p. Oh, early for me, you say? True, but I had a few other pressing emails I also had to return. So, enjoy this lovely little poem from Marie! 🙂
Buonanotte tutte!!  jmv (y estoy muy, muy cansado!)
Do you know?
Gianluca, do you know that when I’m sitting in absolute silence I hear your voice?
Piero, do you know that even in the middle of a conversation you are suddenly singing opera in my head and it interrupts my train of thought?
Ignazio, do you know that I can feel your song finding its way gently, yet swiftly from my ears to my heart?
Do you know that I can almost taste the words “Il Volo” ?
Oh, my three angels of soul, do you know that these things happen not only to me?
While we are waiting for Marie to return to her seat (we really must take those pictures of Igna out of the cockpit!),“Ok, come on, good girl, follow the dimple….”I thought I’d repost a poem she wrote many years ago….
– Do you “one click” order from Amazon and Barnes & Noble?
– Do you hum Their music at Walmart? The Doctors office? Work?
– Do you know the location of Abruzzo, Marsala and Naro?
– Did you pay $400.00+* just for a closer look? *price updated for 2017!
– Do you know what the letters “TLUC” stand for?
– Do you feel the need to use words like Buonanotte, Grazie and Bravo?
– Do you look for that freckle on the end of Ignazio’s nose?
– The small scar on Gianluca’s right cheek? Piero’s little cross?
– Do you plan to spend the rest of your life celebrating Their lives?
Well, do you?
I already knew you did.
Welcome, this is exactly where you belong.
~Marie
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