Travel in Italy.  http://www.ibs.it/code/9788887804607/chateaubriand-f–reneac/viaggio-italia.html FR de Chateaubriand, the travel writer, politician and French diplomat, dies in Paris at age 80, in 1848. With him (and his travels), was born on French literary Romanticism. On his trip to Italy, visiting Rome and the Roman countryside, going to Naples to Vesuvius and the mysterious archaeological sites that surround the volcano. The Italian …

Travel in Italy. http://www.amazon.it/Goethes-Travels-Italy-Residence-Fragments/dp/0548168172/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1420199683&sr=8-1&keywords=travel+in+italy%2C+goethe The title of a book by JW von Goethe, his travelogue in the “land where the lemon trees bloom and foliage dark fulgono oranges gold. Because where there is much light, there is also plenty of shade. “In 1832, on his deathbed, he took leave from the world, this man of 83 years – reminiscent of …

You start by saying one thing, as a good sailor, which I am. If you want to come in the Island of Sylt, you will have at your disposal at least four days and your own “strandkorb”. Let me explain. The North Sea is ventilated, very breezy, why you is essential that strange wicker chair (in two places), obviously with …

APPEARANCES – K. Popper: An unknown reality, the world, behind the appearances.               DISTORTED LEGS – J. Women: Disfigured is the proportion of the world: the two legs on which it rests, reward and pain, remain distorted.       RISING MORNING – Shami Manzei: To compare the ephemeral thing in the world? Nowhere, …

AT THE WINDOW – AR Holst: The winter freezes, and the bushes are already blacks. Would light the fire, if you come back, as then, in that old story of the two of us. But I stand at the window, silent and thoughtful. The winter freezes, the years have passed. WEAK LUCERNE – Taqui Mir Mohammad: Sadly the evening darkens; …

Oysters and blue crabs, my childhood friends. Do not ask me, too – please – because my parents called me Annapolis call me Anna, simply, and I’ll take you in a few frames of my life in Maryland. Just to start, imagine to land on the beach where the Potomac River came to the sea, because in that place – …

SEAGULLS – Basho: The sea darkens. The cries of the gulls, are just white.           RELENTLESS – H. Melville: Relentless I, the old and relentless sea. Relentless, much more, when serene smile. Welcomed, but not tamed, by thousands and thousands of shipwrecks in me.           DISTANT SHIPS – V. Aleixandre: Oh fish …

            “Do not look for dresses with golden threads but grabs the time of youth.             You can take the flower to his blossoming Do not wait to shake a stem withered.”

“In front of my bed, the moon illuminates the earth. as reflections of frost.         I look up the shining moon, then bowed his head: my land is far away.”