The swallows of Siena

The little birds are so free. They don't fly

they swoop

and nothing can touch them

only the imagination of the poets and the minds eye.

I shut my eyes I still see.

Here is another



We finally make the torre

We the first to go up on the domenica




I love the torre

Is up where the swallows be.

Is magnifico

I can see you still from up here

I know what you are thinking

Is ok

the stair way down has many twists

 

Is 447 steps

Not many compariso di vita

Grazie e Arriverderci

Now I go look for the sons of Remus, first I find the Woolf