Italy
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On a limestone laced hillside,
Under a sun burnished Umbrian sky;
Like resting peasants, the olives thrive.
When you visit Rome, it is as if history beckons,All other thoughts are secondary to reckon,Stunning architecture and ruins does the mind conjure,While being tempted to look at the bigger picture
Romantic Naples is in a league of its own,Italy's third largest municipality with the topper being Rome,It's a vibrant city of glorious, yet tattered beauty,You just need to soak in it's inimitable Italian authenticity
There lies a secret in the shining sea
A city full of wonders is hidden
Brightly colored stores perfect for a spree
Brilliant lights and shiny black lamp posts glisten
wandering through streets
window shopping up and down
what a luxury
beautiful buildings
young and old, they surround me
cause me to wonder
the golden sun sets
A Year Alone
I chose to go
To somewhere that was quite unknown
Whole new ideas
I had never heard
Ways of thinking I thought were absurd
And all my thoughts?
dear precious and dexterous,
the house in the hills of cinque terre,
is resplendent in its alluring wealth.
it is orange,
My grandmother saw America
not as a land of opportunity,
but as a last resort.
Taking off only when there was nothing left
Leaving because a twenty-six-year-old with four children
cannot provide on a dime.
The boiling sun beaming off of the vibrant multicolored fruits, resting on the wooden boxes in the middle of a typical Sunday afternoon marketplace. The smell of freshly picked flowers being sold for only 2 euros.
I am from hair bands,
From hairspray and bobby pinned strands.
I am from lights hanging above the stage.
(Bright, blinding,
Summer 06'
Circled around the screen is my family
Grandpa in his recliner sitting stern and proud
My little brothers cheering loud
My mother and father clasping their hands
Dancing, singing, cooking, drinking, laughing
Watching my fellow friends inhale the smell of homemade pasta
Grimacing at our professors, thinking of all we had discovered together
Innocent?Guilty?Most have made up their mind.But for Amanda this is more than a crime.Her whle life at stake,and she's not to blameFighting for their childHer parents have gone wild
I've seen those hands before
In a different country far from here
I've smelled that scent before
But it's not like he's standing beside me
Flashbacks through my senses
Looking up, as he looks off into the distance
Seeing a giant I cannot
His eyes stare ahead and not down at me
But I feel them seeing through
All the strength and informality
The facade that's a decade old
This is the place where love never dies!
Where silence is sweet and clear are the skies!
The air smells fresh and the earth is old
This kind of bliss can never be sold.
These are the lands where everyone smiles
