Special, really special section will travel today, because the long-awaited special Nordkapp is our goal, but after almost 700 street. I tell you this, to encourage you to not expect stops. We’ll have to be content with the countless reasons that make these next few hours so special. Sometimes dangerous roads (including those without asphalt), two ferries, the environment Lapp, …
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AGNOLO BRONZINO (1503/1572), ITALIAN PAINTER: The clever and incisive master of the Medici court in Florence
THE HAPPY SUN IS SHINING: Poetry, by Fernando Pessoa
THE HAPPY SUN IS SHINING The happy sun is shining, the fields are green and joyful, but my poor heart is pining for something far away. It is pining just for you, it is pining for thy kiss. It does not matter if you’re true to this. What matter is just you. I now the sea is beaming under the …
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A WICKER BASKET, THE FRAGRANCE OF ETERNITY: Welcome to Armenia, Colombia, at 1550 meters high from the sea and from the routine
Welcome to Colombia. I hope that your stay in my country has been happy, but if you want to add scent of coffee, come into my city, Armenia, what everyone calls “the coffee capital”. My name is Manuel, I am one of those who lives on a hill – 1550 meters above the sea – in this city south of …
Read More »QUENTIN MASSYS (1466/1530), FLEMISH PAINTER: Shades of Memling, van der Weyden and van Eyck
NOT THE BEST ON ROAD: The end of Europe, walking up to Corcubion, Spain
Welcome to Santiago de Compostela, my amazing and incomparable city. To visit it, just that you have a tour guide, but to learn something really special (around the city), you need the help of a friend, that is mine. I am happy to meet you, my name is Alonzo and what I want to give you is 35 km from …
Read More »MY LOVE IS DEAD: Poetry, by Thomas Chatterton
MY LOVE IS DEAD My love is dead. Go to his deathbed, all under the weeping willow. (Thomas Chatterton) http://www.amazon.it/Complete-Chatterton-Illustrated-English-Edition-ebook/dp/B00PE1J0B0
Read More »Bernard van Orley (1491/1542), FLEMISH PAINTER: Shades of color, between Gothic and Renaissance
WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY: The sky in a room, by Gino Paoli
THE SKY IN A ROOM When you’re here with me, this room has no walls but trees, infinite trees. When you’re here with me, this purple ceiling no, no longer exists. I see the sky above us, that we stay here abandoned, as if there was nothing left, nothing left in the world. Harmonious sounds, like an organ that vibrates …
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BALLAD OF GOOD DOCTRINE Whether the bubbles around you bring, you are or who cheat cheat at dice, coiner of money, and you’ll burn like those that are blanched, cowardly perjury, faithless. You steal, take, perform robberies: where does the fruit, do not see it? All the taverns and the whores. Make rhymes’s wit, strumming, playing harpsichord and lute, abject …
Read More »ROBERT CAMPIN (1378/1444), FLEMISH PAINTER: The intensity of the realism of the master of the Flemish school
LOCHINVER, A VILLAGE WITHOUT TIME: At North of Scotland, to get carried by the wild colors of its rocks and its waters
Hello, welcome to Thurso, a small town on the northern coast of Scotland. In this wide bay you can watch ferries for two island groups that are certainly worth a visit you. Today, however, I would like to talk to you some opportunities to hike, starting from Tongue – a lovely village – dominated by the ruins of the castle …
Read More »WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY: The song of lost love, by Fabrizio de André
THE SONG OF LOVE LOST You remember blooming violets, with our words “we will not let us never, never and never.” I would tell you the same thing now, but as soon as they do, love, roses to wither. So for us, the love that pulls the hair is lost now, it just has a few listless caress and …
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