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.

posted by ~Sparrow | Saturday, April 29, 2006

1 Comments:

Blogger Angelo said...

simply beautiful, brava Linda

Angelo

April 29, 2006 2:43 PM  

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