For those without a home, Rome
is nowhere, and the road
endless and everywhere.
Home is a welcoming face. No, a space
where lives are lived in that welcome
in time that’s gone, and that newly arrives.
Reasons for leaving get lost on the way; may
not arrive at all. What there is
is who is here now, backs to the wall.
In viaggio tra le bellezze naturali e artistiche dei nostri due Paesi...
Poetry, musings and sightings from where the country changes
the occasional thoughts of a working woman rabbi in England
The story of one is the story of everyone
il disinganno prima dell'illusione
Take your time
mostly photos
musica & musica
56 Eden St, Oamaru - The childhood home of Janet Frame from 1931 to 1943
all things beautiful, with a twist of Italian and a soupçon of French
Short essays about novels and other fictional works
a blog for all things bookish
Thirty years ago I came over the Cambrian mountains. I am still learning about this place.
When nothing is certain anything is possible
Diana Senechal
Art Gems & Explorations. Art History Blog Looking at the Meaning Behind Your Favorite Paintings
Logica, filosofia della scienza.
talking about art
Author
michael9murray 
Beautiful and intense. Loved it. 🙂
Glad you liked – still tinkering with it (excuse the ‘tinker’ing!).