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.

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.

3 Comments:

Blogger Angelo said...

hey girl!! how are u? I often give a look at your blog ... are u back to Rome? lots of news in my blog and lots of new pictures in my gallery. Hope to have your news very soon. Ciao, Angelo

April 12, 2006 7:22 PM  
Blogger Tracie P. said...

did they arrest you!!? jk

April 13, 2006 3:52 PM  
Blogger ~Sparrow said...

Nope, emotional walls, figments.

April 13, 2006 7:32 PM  

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