American Girl in Italy

How does the blue mold get in Gorgonzola? Have you ever heard the rocks at Castiglioncello sing and why do writers always seek solace in Italy? Time for me to find the answers to these and see, if in doing so, I also find my home.

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Location: Rome, RM, Italy

i am actually the lost royal heir to the small kingdom of Birundi...having been secreted away by my wet nurse when mean overlords arrived turning our little known, yet terribly chic fiefdom into a nasty republic. now my people sit glued with their eyes glazed.....dreaming of distant IRA's and stock options, having long forgotten the taste of sweet green olive oil and the scent of rosemary.

29 April 2006

un momento

C'è un momento a mezzanotte.
Non è ieri e non è domani.
E' solo un momento.
Desidero fermarlo,
e viverlo a lungo
in una dimensione speciale
senza ore
senza tempo.
questo è quel Momento.

19 April 2006

The Shadow King

By the mists
Of a distant shore
A fortress sits
Casting shadows
Upon the crashing waves.

Impenetrable
A strong hold
Protected against onslaught
On all four sides

Inside
A quiet hush
Where once there was laughter
Rooms filled with treasure abound
Untouched for lifetimes
By human hand.

In a great hall
Sitting alone
An ancient ruler
Holds his head in his hands
Surrounded by wealth
Bolstered by conquests
His heart is empty

Staring out an opened window
He spies the sails of a distant ship
Sailing on a choppy sea
It hints of magnificent journeys
And calls to him
with beating drums.

He listens,
But doesn’t hear
The whispers of dreams
long sleeping.
Words to music he has forgotten,
Songs that could awaken a soul.

Fear has made this castle a prison,
And no man finds solace,
Ruling a dominion without warmth.

10 April 2006

Invisible walls

Inside, I find the
solace, that takes away
the heavy
burdens that weigh
down a
soul

There is a quiet sweetness
here…one that encompasses
me,enveloping my
fears while keeping
the jackals at bay.

Some say this place is a
prison.
and that I am
a rabbit
trapped in it’s snare
frightened
and waiting
to die.

But this is my place
of refuge, brick by brick
here I
have found
sanctuary
not imprisonment.

It’s solitude gives
me strength..
and its solidness
helps me see
more clearly
the road that
lies ahead.

although there
is
a quiet silence
here,
from it I draw
strength…
find
courage…
begin
to
survive.

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