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SECOND ITALIAN RENAISSANCE TRIP > Pesaro: 56 km in an hour and a half

The second Italian Renaissance Trip / Pesaro: 56 km in an hour and a half: Pesaro, Villa Imperiale, Fiorenzuola di Focara, Gradara, Tavullia, Borgo Santa Maria, Ginestreto, Candelara, Novilara (situated on a terrace overlooking the sea, is a place of archaeological finds, but also a village with all its qualities still intact. In 1475 his palace – tower housed the ...

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INTIMATE REMAIN IN ALL YOUR DEPTH – By Astonishment, poems loose in the winter

AFFINITY Similarities nearby, the complexity cozy who welcome you in silence. Intimate remain, in all your depth. ASTONISHMENT, poems loose in the winter. A short collection of poems gained in the season where everything seems to be sleeping, but where everything can be born in silence. This page is taken from the collection of poems published by Meeting Benches in ...

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DEPTH AND THICKNESS – The Intensity, short poem from “Astonishment”

  THE INTENSITY She has depth and thickness, height of each feeling and pitching of all emotions. Of each she recognizes inclinations and intonations, that always looking with sweet clarity. (Dastilige Nevante) Astonishment, poems loose in the winter. A short collection of poems, gained in the season where everything seems to be sleeping, but where everything can be born in ...

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SECOND ITALIAN RENAISSANCE TRIP > Pesaro: 56 km in an hour and a half

Thirteen routes in the Italian Renaissance, to know where to go and what to see an timeless epoch. Everyone loves to travel, but not everyone loves to travel the same way. All you have to do is have the time of your life. Meeting Benches. The way to making the world a better place is easy. SECOND ITALIAN RENAISSANCE TRIP ...

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TRAVEL IN ITALY – July 6, 1495

Battle of Fornovo, with an uncertain outcome, between the French army of Charles VIII and the armies of Milan and Venice. Agnelo Poliziano, Italian classical scholar and poet of the Florentine Renaissance, he he was writing at that time: I found myself, maidens, a beautiful morning. I lay mind: those roses then you never could tell what they were beautiful. Which ...

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THE ROAD TO HAPPINESS IS NOT THROUGH HUMAN PASSIONS – The Other Countryside / Page by the novel

………………………………..… At that moment Rossella, who knew the words of the poet, could not and should not quantify the extent of attraction to Giorgio. Simply admitted that there was a physical, could hypothesize a second as referring to the common pleasure for traveling. There was no certainty, if not the reason. After years of separation, even Giorgio was ready thrill ...

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CAMARGUE, THE FINAL DESTINATION OF THEIR TRIP – Sinkholes / Page by the novel

………………………………………….. Bratislava airport was located nine kilometers to the north-east of downtown Bratislava. There is no train connection linking it to the city. Petra and her friend Monika had reached the train station and bought bus tickets for line 61. Bus line 61 operates to/from Central Station every ten minutes. It took approximately twenty five minutes to get in front ...

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THE SMELLY DROPPINGS HAS MODDIED THEIR BOOTS – The Last Row / Page by the novel

…………………………………… The joints in bricks are arranged radially toward the centre of the vault, but to see them I have to scrape it with my shovel, because a dirty crust weighed down by mould and salt almost entirely covers the vaulted ceiling. The smelly droppings of bats has muddied our boots to mid-calf, but the most disgusting thing for both ...

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WAITING FOR THE BATTLE – Waiting for Austerlitz / Page by the novel

………………………………………. While waiting for the day of the battle, the men in blue spent the night wherever he could, even on the grass or in the houses requisitioned, but the fighting of any given day that might be the last of their lives, it was only a moment in a longer chain of events that could even last a year ...

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SHE LOVED MUSIC, READING AND WRITING POEMS – Waiting for Austerlitz / Page by the novel

……………………………………. Only after a few days Rucellai had realized that his left-handed young woman peering also handed the hands and hair: the middle finger longer spoke of the emotional balance, as well as the pink hair, that had to rotate clockwise. That girl would never, however, revealed that the blue color of the eyes of the hussar so intriguing were ...

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