la stanza del fiume e le nuvole

Some bloke is singing outside our window. I think it a sad song to sing because he sounds like he is in pain.

It is a dreadful song

I share his pain.

but nothing can dampen my wild free florentine spirit.

I feel poem coming on.

The only world that

the soul does not know is the

world without a flower

More a haiku on reflection but isn't reflection what poetry is all about?

What do you think?

I am interested to know so, at the end of today's blog there will some " discussion ideas" for you to discuss with your friends.

It will be a bit like Tuesday night book club, I'm having the vino and making the scarpetta with the pane and the olio as we speak across the virtual page.

Pretty clever no?

I really like the brunelleschi' dome. It is like a terra cotta road from the sky to the earth.

I went gardening today. First the hand of man pointed the way to the Firenze greenway to the renaissance.

Then I found the dukes gatto. He called Michelangelo. I would have put money on it being marmalade but...

Il Duce was very pleased and sent us to the secret garden of the sacred objects and plants.

This statue I designed and got whipped up in dark green plasticine so they can make a big e in bronze after. It was funny lifting it on the concrete block for the photo because it was a hot day and the stuff started to melt.

Is called

La raggaza in cime.

Then I see a visions

I have to go sit the shade after that.

Down the steps ( only 127) from the sculpture gardenio is a lovely grotto. Is called di grot di rustics and has a beautiful stucco of the stone layers and the vegetation looks like it s sprouting out the stones. Don't worry you can't see that, I was there and it look nothing like that. I think the sign wrong or they get the translatio mix up...

I give it a little clean up with a speziale solutionio of the hand sanitizing and the aqua. Him comes up a treat. I don't think ever had the hose on him since 1770 when he was made.

Seems like everywhere I go I meet a relo of the seamstress. In the gardens today I meet the giadinerarioess. She was a little quite. Her job is be the patron saint of orchards and vegetables. Her long name is Pomomna fertiliana alotta di giardini.

 

then I see a visions again

Did fluffy go live on the steps to piazza di Michelangelo when he left old buildings on new buildings road to go live in the heavens. Is heavens in Firenze ?.

 

Discussion ideas part di bloggio

 

Look this image and write down first things comes you brains.




when was the grotto and stucco built and what are you supposed to see there?

What is plasticine?

How do you say the room of the river and the clouds in Italiano ?

What is the essence of Firenze that the blogger has captured in this post?

Are Sue's shoes Italian?

Grazie e arreviderci

Marco di firenze