Funghi 2014 - Bosco della Manferrara - Pomarico (MT)

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SCANZANO JONICO - Bufaloria MT

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Sunset & Moon...

Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

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The inhabitants of the forest "Manferrara" Pomarico (MT)

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“Sensazione”

“Nelle sere d’estate andrò per i sentieri,
pizzicato dal grano, pestando i fili d’erba;
ne sentirò, sognante, il fresco sotto i piedi.
E al vento lascerò bagnare la mia testa.

Non dirò più parole, non farò più pensieri:
ma un amore infinito mi salirà nel petto,
e andrò molto lontano, sarò come uno zingaro,
come con una donna per i campi contento.”

Arthur Rimbaud

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Mixed shots

Touched by An Angel...

 

Touched by An Angel

by Maya Angelou

We, unaccustomed to courage

exiles from delight

live coiled in shells of loneliness

until love leaves its high holy temple

and comes into our sight

to liberate us into life.

Love arrives

and in its train come ecstasies

old memories of pleasure

ancient histories of pain.

Yet if we are bold,

love strikes away the chains of fear

from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity

In the flush of love's light

we dare be brave

And suddenly we see

that love costs all we are

and will ever be.

Yet it is only love

which sets us free.

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After the Winter...

BY CLAUDE MCKAY

Some day, when trees have shed their leaves

And against the morning’s white

The shivering birds beneath the eaves

Have sheltered for the night,

We’ll turn our faces southward, love,

Toward the summer isle

Where bamboos spire the shafted grove

And wide-mouthed orchids smile.

And we will seek the quiet hill

Where towers the cotton tree,

And leaps the laughing crystal rill,

And works the droning bee.

And we will build a cottage there

Beside an open glade,

With black-ribbed blue-bells blowing near,

And ferns that never fade.

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Ladybug ...

Foto scattate da SPERA GERARDO a Pomarico (ITALY). Pictures taken By Spera Gerardo at Pomarico (Italy)