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Life is already a gift… sometimes it comes with bonuses that carry love. 💝 My life is X1000 happier because Italy and its memories are in it. I'll admit that to form a bond with a place, I need to share a memory with someone. Not Rome… Not Italy… It’s a bond of its own. P.S. I can't even write this paragraph without getting watery eyes! Roma♥️💖 My dream is to see Andrea Bocelli in Italy in 30th anniversary tour in 2026.
What can compare to delicious Italian food; pasta with tomato sauce with lots of garlic & cheese. Now that’s Italian ♥️🇮🇹♥️
...sudden from heaven like a weeping clouds - John Keats
John Keats romantic poet was born on this day in 1795. His last years he spent in Rome, and that’s the place of his last house/Museum (red small sign on the right).
The house was not in any books & not really on the things to see recommended by google or trip advisor. But from childhood I can’t just walk on the street without paying attention to every corner on my way. So while people were looking at the Dior store on the other side of Spanish Steps the small red sign caught my eye. It was the house of the John Keats.
Built in 126 AD Pantheon is one of the best preserved ancient buildings in Rome. It was a temple, and now a church that became a home to royal tombs including a great artist Raphael.
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I'd heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
Well, it goes like this
The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
I love Roma…
One of my favorite places in the world is Roma (I love Jerusalem too); I love its spiritual essence. While one can agree or disagree with the Catholic religion, which has its downsides like most religions, the Vatican is a truly special place. When you walk in, it feels as if anything is possible within this smallest city. The last time I visited Vatican City, a song by Pentatonix was playing, and it took my breath away. Although I am not religious, I consider myself spiritual, and I believe we always need faith.
P.S.
I believe religion is also a tradition passed down from generation to generation. It is important to keep these traditions. Some traditions in my religion bring me closer to my great-grandparents or grandma. It’s important to cherish them.
Don’t really know what teenagers dream about nowadays, but when I was one dreamed of Rome. I always wanted to see Rome ... Can never get enough of this place. Someone told me a few days ago that there’s a difference between loving and being in love. When you are in love you can’t live without ... when “love” eventually can get used to being without. I’m in love with Rome & Italy ♥️
My love, place I can't live without... Italy 💔 I always thought of myself as being hyper child and teenager, but when I got to late 20's that adrenaline rush went up times one hundred. Suddenly I realized that time flies, and I want experience and see as much as I can... From NY to God knows where 😊
There’s nothing like the rustiness of the Italian morning with espresso & cornetto. I can get enough of Italy 📖☕️♥️ . . . My biggest regret is that I never met Allen Ginsberg in person. What wouldn’t I give to sit through his lectures.
It’s the love, depression, passion that drive those great people to create... we are with our eyes what they feel with their heart
I find it absolutely mesmerizing to be in the city where history doesn’t end on the ground but is buried under, thousands of years back. The new train line scheduled to open in 2020 will feature the artifacts & parts of the house which were found during construction. ❤️ No words can describe my love for that city !!! 💗💗
Time goads us on, relentless Sire!
On to the shadowy Shape, that stands
Terrific on the funeral pyre,
Waving the already kindled brands. -
Thou canst not slacken this reluctant speed,
Tho' still on Pluto's shrine thy Hecatomb should bleed.
Beyond the dim Lake's mournful flood,
That skirts the verge of mortal light,
He chains the Forms, on earth that stood
Proud, and gigantic in their might;
That gloomy Lake, o'er whose oblivious tide
Kings, Consuls, Pontiffs, Slaves, in ghastly silence glide.
In vain the bleeding field we shun,
In vain the loud and whelming wave;
And, as autumnal winds come on,
And wither'd leaves bestrew the cave,
Against their noxious blast, their sullen roar,
In vain we pile the hearth, in vain we close the door.
The universal lot ordains
We seek the black Cocytus' stream,
That languid strays thro' dreary plains,
Where cheerless fires perpetual gleam;
Where the fell Brides their fruitless toil bemoan,
And Sisyphus uprolls the still-returning stone.
Thy tender wife, thy large domain,
Soon shalt thou quit, at Fate's command;
And of those various trees, that gain
Their culture from thy fost'ring hand,
The Cypress only shall await thy doom,
Follow its short-liv'd Lord, and shade his lonely tomb!
Horace
I read this poem back in the winter of 2000. After school, I went to a Russian bookstore on Kings Highway that had a collection of poems and quotes from ancient world philosophers. The book cost $20, which was a significant amount of money for me at the time. 2083 is the number of the poem in the book. In 2083 I would be 100 years old.
Twenty-five years later, I still have that book.
Rome...
Paris is philosophical in its romantic way.
Venice is artsy.
But Rome... If one wants to understand the concept of time, all roads lead to Rome. Walking amidst ancient history and ruins, I feel more alive than anywhere else. Despite the enduring nature of its architecture, one can see how fragile and ephemeral even the most indestructible human creations are. But even they are more eternal than human beings.
I will never understand my love for Rome. It grew on me from the very first time (even first second) when I got off the plane. Is it food ? Vatican City ? Colosseum ? Roman ruins ? Shops ? Pantheon ? Castle S’Angelo ? Italian nights full of joy ? Gelato ? Or is it simply because you can get lost somewhere in between those layers of history & can simply be. I always associate Italy with tarantella. You just don’t want it to be over. If I have to return my tickets in October . . . You can’t take many things out of life but not Italy 😢
Among all the ephemeral things in life, this structure serves as my endless source of inspiration, strength, time, and endurance.
Looking forward to time when I can go back to Rome (one of my fav places in the world), sit somewhere in that neighborhood skimming through my Italian notes with a cup of espresso. My New Year resolution is to master Italian 💛
My no tripod attempt in a heavy rain ... When it rains in Italy it really pours & you have no time to hide... And you are just standing there mesmerized with the nature, architecture or beauty in general
m.youtube.com/watch?v=9mL6Cmkg2_A . . . Eurovision 2021 #1 . . . my #1 . . . Italy #1 🇮🇹. Zitti e buoni
Loro non sanno di che parlo
Vestiti sporchi, fra’, di fango
Giallo di siga’ fra le dita
Io con la siga’ camminando
Scusami, ma ci credo tanto
Che posso fare questo salto
Anche se la strada è in salita
Per questo ora mi sto allenando
E buonasera signore e signori
Fuori gli attori
Vi conviene toccarvi i coglioni
Vi conviene stare zitti e buoni
Qui la gente è strana, tipo spacciatori
Troppe notti stavo chiuso fuori
Mo’ li prendo a calci, ‘sti portoni
Sguardo in alto, tipo scalatori
Quindi scusa mamma se sto sempre fuori, ma
Sono fuori di testa, ma diverso da loro
E tu sei fuori di testa, ma diversa da loro
Siamo fuori di testa, ma diversi da loro
Siamo fuori di testa, ma diversi da loro
No
Io ho scritto pagine e pagine
Ho visto sale, poi lacrime
Questi uomini in macchina
Non scalare le rapide
Scritto sopra una lapide
"In casa mia non c’è Dio"
Ma se trovi il senso del tempo
Risalirai dal tuo oblio
E non c’è vento che fermi
La naturale potenza
Dal punto giusto di vista
Del vento senti l’ebrezza
Con ali in cera alla schiena
Ricercherò quell’altezza
Se vuoi fermarmi, ritenta
Prova a tagliarmi la testa
Perché
Sono fuori di testa, ma diverso da loro
E tu sei fuori di testa, ma diversa da loro
Siamo fuori di testa, ma diversi da loro
Siamo fuori di testa, ma diversi da loro
Parla la gente, purtroppo
Parla, non sa di che cosa parla
Tu portami dove sto a galla
Che qui mi manca l’aria
E parla la gente, purtroppo
Parla, non sa di che cosa parla
Tu portami dove sto a galla
Che qui mi manca l’aria
Parla la gente, purtroppo
Parla, non sa di che cazzo parla
Tu portami dove sto a galla
Che qui mi manca l’aria
Ma sono fuori di testa, ma diverso da loro
E tu sei fuori di testa, ma diversa da loro
Siamo fuori di testa, ma diversi da loro
Siamo fuori di testa, ma diversi da loro
An angel with a crown of thorns is a manly & heroic type. The inscription says: “in aervna mea dvm configvrs spina”... I’m not an artistic person, but when in Rome wish I could dissect every detail of everything. Being sick at home Italian photos & my aunt’s dog (I’m dog-sitting with a cold or she’s human-sitting me) definitely highlights of my Friday, huge highlights !!! Love them both !!