Venice's Sunset

There is nothing we can do for those lost years; and there is no tomorrow.

We were bound to this state; We stole time from Venice's Sunshine, tieded to bridge after bridge.
We walked Venice...

We were able to love, in an infant past, planted in the fields that were ours, for hundreds of images; until a moment arrived before the Sunset in Venice; in one ill fated moment, past entered like a bold thief through a glance; as the present flew out through a single turn of your body.

The writer continues to write his narratives:  We have returned...

 ~ Travel Tuesday 360 ~

Have things I remembered ever happened?

In Poetically well built memory, formed from the heart's compulsions;
we are consoled not by finding ourselves returning to the city that we love,
but by losing all sense of time.

I Dreamed A Dream

Romeo: I dreamed a dream last night.
Mercutio: And so did I.
Romeo: Well, what was yours?
Mercutio: That dreamers often lie.
Romeo: In bed asleep while they do dream things true.

― William Shakespeare 

There Is Only Silence

Sweet And Heady

Lilac wine is sweet and heady, where's my love?
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady, where's my love?
Listen to me, why is everything so hazy?
Isn't that she, or am I just going crazy, dear?

Love In Exile

Wine cannot be known by its smell is unreliable.

Love have a shared smell: the smell of longing for something else; 

a smell that remembers another smell...

a panting, nostalgic smell that guides you, 

like a worn tourist map, to the smell of the original place.

A smell is a memory, takes you into the realms of what is lost.

A Village Life II

If you ask me about the power of poetry, I say:  

silence is not as fragile as we might perceive.

it never fades, 

since it hides its modest shadow in the earth's secret.

linking to Tuesday Muse

The Palace Of Wind

Not refusing his heart

In his imagination

Florence blossoms with colors of wind

~ the original photo was taken in Florence, (one of my favorite cities) Italy ~

Mellow Yellow Flowers

~ Wish you a lovely Monday ~

linking to  Monday Mellow Yellow  

I Remember...

That day

soft, muted, without wind

a solitary winter dream

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Wordless Wednesday

also linking to Wordless Wednesday

Picture Perfect ~ Monochrome Landscape

~ Old town landscape in Italy ~

photo taken outside of Rome, 2012

Time Has Not Seen

This ancient austerity
Exists a living memory

Time has not seen

I was here few years ago today.  Ostia Antica, Roma

Creative Challenge ~ Pursuit

In silence and solitude

The heart is set free

Wandering dream's pursuit

photo taken in Italy. 2011