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List of the things that left me speechless
coming out of a tunnel to be caught by the snow-covered peaks, and be told some miles further that sometimes, this snow is marble
LIVORNO
la terrazza, haloed by the sunset, surrounded by the idle atmosphere, where passers-by smile, looking at the kites, gently tickling the Italian skies
realizing that all the buildings' colors are even more beautiful seen through the water sparks lifted up by the boat, that a drop can make resonate the pleasant italian accent of a french speaking guide
realizing that all the buildings' colors are even more beautiful seen through the water sparks lifted up by the boat, that a drop can make resonate the pleasant italian accent of a french speaking guide
crossing the marbled bridge of the quartiere venezia, skimming the stone where men engraved their sorrow, their memories of those lost at sea
coming in la chiesa di santa caterina, slip on the heavy coat of centuries, and close it with the zip of peaceful gravity that reigns here
PISA
shaking when the singer offers all the power of his voice, and swearing that the faces on the stained-glass windows are shaking too
LUCCA
wandering in the streets where time has simply stopped, and finally find the Torre Guinigi, where each step draws you closer to the top where a breathtaking view and a talkative old italian man are waiting for you
FIRENZE
the city where statues become alive, is it possible to deny life in those draperies of stone ? in those faces polished by thousands of admiring looks through ages, by the flashs and the sighs
we've been told about the Stendhal's syndrome and thought it couldn't be really true, but facing the cathedral's frontage, be forced to understand that it couldn't have been more true
entering the magnificient edifice and see the dome
nothing more to say, nothing can be added to define the contemplation of such a marvel
the only thing to do is to stay under the painted curved walls forget time forget space forget everything and lose yourself in the details
ON THE ROAD
through the coach's windows, the Tuscan countryside unfolds
and once more
there's nothing to say
we don't even take out our cameras, knowing that the pictures would never be good enough
trying to use words in a notebook to fix this in the memory
but words appear insufficient too
not a word, not a breath, simply wanting to remember for ever all the curves, the colors, the magic of this moment
CERTALDO ALTO
Boccace welcomes us with open arms
let's take a break under the shade of olive trees, the back against a wall of old ochre stone
even De Lucca himself couldn't have depicted the simplicity and the fullness of la dolce vita
SAN GIMIGNANO
la galleria continua is a surprise
a huge basement where it rains light
drops of incandescence falling from the ceiling to illuminate etched wonders hidden in the floor
another surprise is the fantastic good mood of the best ice-cream maker in the world
yes people can leave you speechless
especially when they welcome you with an immeasurable warmth and you don't find any word to thank them the way you should
SIENA
la piazza del campo
languid
reflecting the sun
inviting everyone to seat and look at the high tower
il duomo with History and myths engraved in its floor
When can you say that something is really beautiful ? I think that something is really beautiful when people of the literary stream, used to define, talk, describe, express, are left breathless, speechless and welcome this muteness with the greatest emotion.
realizing that all the buildings' colors are even more beautiful seen through the water sparks lifted up by the boat, that a drop can make resonate the pleasant italian accent of a french speaking guide
crossing the marbled bridge of the quartiere venezia, skimming the stone where men engraved their sorrow, their memories of those lost at sea
coming in la chiesa di santa caterina, slip on the heavy coat of centuries, and close it with the zip of peaceful gravity that reigns here
PISA
shaking when the singer offers all the power of his voice, and swearing that the faces on the stained-glass windows are shaking too
LUCCA
wandering in the streets where time has simply stopped, and finally find the Torre Guinigi, where each step draws you closer to the top where a breathtaking view and a talkative old italian man are waiting for you
FIRENZE
the city where statues become alive, is it possible to deny life in those draperies of stone ? in those faces polished by thousands of admiring looks through ages, by the flashs and the sighs
we've been told about the Stendhal's syndrome and thought it couldn't be really true, but facing the cathedral's frontage, be forced to understand that it couldn't have been more true
entering the magnificient edifice and see the dome
nothing more to say, nothing can be added to define the contemplation of such a marvel
the only thing to do is to stay under the painted curved walls forget time forget space forget everything and lose yourself in the details
ON THE ROAD
through the coach's windows, the Tuscan countryside unfolds
and once more
there's nothing to say
we don't even take out our cameras, knowing that the pictures would never be good enough
trying to use words in a notebook to fix this in the memory
but words appear insufficient too
not a word, not a breath, simply wanting to remember for ever all the curves, the colors, the magic of this moment
CERTALDO ALTO
Boccace welcomes us with open arms
let's take a break under the shade of olive trees, the back against a wall of old ochre stone
even De Lucca himself couldn't have depicted the simplicity and the fullness of la dolce vita
SAN GIMIGNANO
la galleria continua is a surprise
a huge basement where it rains light
drops of incandescence falling from the ceiling to illuminate etched wonders hidden in the floor
another surprise is the fantastic good mood of the best ice-cream maker in the world
yes people can leave you speechless
especially when they welcome you with an immeasurable warmth and you don't find any word to thank them the way you should
SIENA
la piazza del campo
languid
reflecting the sun
inviting everyone to seat and look at the high tower
il duomo with History and myths engraved in its floor
When can you say that something is really beautiful ? I think that something is really beautiful when people of the literary stream, used to define, talk, describe, express, are left breathless, speechless and welcome this muteness with the greatest emotion.
crossing the marbled bridge of the quartiere venezia, skimming the stone where men engraved their sorrow, their memories of those lost at sea
coming in la chiesa di santa caterina, slip on the heavy coat of centuries, and close it with the zip of peaceful gravity that reigns here
PISA
shaking when the singer offers all the power of his voice, and swearing that the faces on the stained-glass windows are shaking too
LUCCA
wandering in the streets where time has simply stopped, and finally find the Torre Guinigi, where each step draws you closer to the top where a breathtaking view and a talkative old italian man are waiting for you
FIRENZE
the city where statues become alive, is it possible to deny life in those draperies of stone ? in those faces polished by thousands of admiring looks through ages, by the flashs and the sighs
we've been told about the Stendhal's syndrome and thought it couldn't be really true, but facing the cathedral's frontage, be forced to understand that it couldn't have been more true
entering the magnificient edifice and see the dome
nothing more to say, nothing can be added to define the contemplation of such a marvel
the only thing to do is to stay under the painted curved walls forget time forget space forget everything and lose yourself in the details
ON THE ROAD
through the coach's windows, the Tuscan countryside unfolds
and once more
there's nothing to say
we don't even take out our cameras, knowing that the pictures would never be good enough
trying to use words in a notebook to fix this in the memory
but words appear insufficient too
not a word, not a breath, simply wanting to remember for ever all the curves, the colors, the magic of this moment
CERTALDO ALTO
Boccace welcomes us with open arms
let's take a break under the shade of olive trees, the back against a wall of old ochre stone
even De Lucca himself couldn't have depicted the simplicity and the fullness of la dolce vita
SAN GIMIGNANO
la galleria continua is a surprise
a huge basement where it rains light
drops of incandescence falling from the ceiling to illuminate etched wonders hidden in the floor
another surprise is the fantastic good mood of the best ice-cream maker in the world
yes people can leave you speechless
especially when they welcome you with an immeasurable warmth and you don't find any word to thank them the way you should
SIENA
la piazza del campo
languid
reflecting the sun
inviting everyone to seat and look at the high tower
il duomo with History and myths engraved in its floor, and in its ceiling
When can you say that something is really beautiful ? I think that something is really beautiful when people of the literary stream, used to define, talk, describe, express, are left breathless, speechless and welcome this muteness with the greatest emotion.