FANTASY Leave always wandering the fantasy, the pleasure is always elsewhere: and is dissolved, only to touch, sweet, as bubbles when rain hits. Let her then wander, her, the winged, for thinking that front yet, in it extends. Opens you the door to the cage of the mind, and, you will see, it will launch flying into the sky. (John …

WISH YOU WERE HERE So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell? Blue skies from pain? Can you tell a green field, from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you trade, your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? …

Behind, just behind the Palazzo Pitti, we can observe the most beautiful among the gardens of the Italian Renaissance. The Boboli Gardens, gives you special flowers, but also particular works of art, such as the Cave of Buontalenti and the Fountain Ocean. This haven of peace, between the woods and green mazes, fountains and small lakes, also gives you the …

ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF SOLITUDE The story of the rise and fall of the mythical town of Macondo through the history of the family. You can read about love and lust, war and revolution, riches and poverty, youth and senility, the chronicle of life and death. Inside that Latin America family story, there are one special trip, around truth and …

HOLD TIGHT IS WHAT AS GOOD Hold onto what is good, although a handful of earth. Hold onto what you believe in, even if it is a solitary tree. Hold onto what you have to do, even if it’s far away from here. Keep close life, although it is easier to let go. Hold on to my hand, even when …

GULL On the bank of the river gull sings in the cold, no other places, just to himself. It refuses, reflects, down hostile jade honors, with wing feathers, chasing a desire for love, a spear, a puppy in exchange has snow and darkness and showers for bathing. The wind grows, rises to the center of the storm, where only a …

ALL A word bold and swollen with self-importance. It should be written in quotes. He pretends not to miss anything, concentrate, include, contain and take. But it is only a scrap of storm. (Wislawa Szymborska) http://www.amazon.co.uk/Poems-New-Collected-Wislawa-Szymborska/dp/0156011468