The Adriatic Sea is in a storm. #itravelinitaly


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Today, as every time the wind comes from the northeast, bringing air from Siberia directly, a cold wind puts the Adriatic sea in a storm.

We feel the saltiness penetrate into the nostrils, the temperature drops considerably, between yesterday and today 10 degrees of difference, and usually brings snow, which happens disproportionately every 5 years, today there are no clouds so no snow, the ‘humidity’ is 40% and the temperature is close to zero.

I love walking along the waterfront even in these moments, see the waves crash on the beach, and the joy of the seagulls.

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Seagulls. #landscapes


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Porto Recanati Monte Conero

Seagulls, that day in Porto Recanati was cold with a lot of wind, typical in February at Monte Conero, wind from the North East. I enjoyed watching and photographing seagulls flying over the waves.

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Wanderlust in Pedaso


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Pedaso is a comune (municipality) in the Province of Fermo in the Italian region Marche, located about 60 kilometres (37 mi) southeast of Ancona and about 35 kilometres (22 mi) northeast of Ascoli Piceno.

Wanderlust in Moresco


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Moresco means literary “Moorish”. According to legend, at the time of their raids along the Adriatic coast, a group of Moors went further into the interior in order to build a fortress in the heart of Christianity. Others, on the contrary, maintain that the Castrum Morisci was built near the sea to drive back the assaults of the Saracens. Most probably the place name comes either from a noble family named Mori, or from the word in dialect morrecine, which refers to the heap of stones on which the castle rests.
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Sunshine


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A Gleam Of Sunshine – Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

This is the place. Stand still, my steed,
Let me review the scene,
And summon from the shadowy Past
The forms that once have been.

The Past and Present here unite
Beneath Time’s flowing tide,
Like footprints hidden by a brook,
But seen on either side.

Here runs the highway to the town;
There the green lane descends,
Through which I walked to church with thee,
O gentlest of my friends!

The shadow of the linden-trees
Lay moving on the grass;
Between them and the moving boughs,
A shadow, thou didst pass.

Thy dress was like the lilies,
And thy heart as pure as they:
One of God’s holy messengers
Did walk with me that day.

I saw the branches of the trees
Bend down thy touch to meet,
The clover-blossoms in the grass
Rise up to kiss thy feet,

“Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares,
Of earth and folly born!”
Solemnly sang the village choir
On that sweet Sabbath morn.

Through the closed blinds the golden sun
Poured in a dusty beam,
Like the celestial ladder seen
By Jacob in his dream.

And ever and anon, the wind,
Sweet-scented with the hay,
Turned o’er the hymn-book’s fluttering leaves
That on the window lay.

Long was the good man’s sermon,
Yet it seemed not so to me;
For he spake of Ruth the beautiful,
And still I thought of thee.

Long was the prayer he uttered,
Yet it seemed not so to me;
For in my heart I prayed with him,
And still I thought of thee.

But now, alas! the place seems changed;
Thou art no longer here:
Part of the sunshine of the scene
With thee did disappear.

Though thoughts, deep-rooted in my heart,
Like pine-trees dark and high,
Subdue the light of noon, and breathe
A low and ceaseless sigh;

This memory brightens o’er the past,
As when the sun, concealed
Behind some cloud that near us hangs
Shines on a distant field.

A Gleam Of Sunshine

Black an White


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Talis Ren Dec 2018
God, you’re off and on again:
black and white,
hard to read between the lines.I can’t have my glasses
if you keep breaking them.
A dash of salt and ice
doesn’t put out the house fire.

Why are we here
if not to bicker and fight
and expect the paint overcoat?

Indecision.
What a mess.

Wanderlust in Italy


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Moresco means literary “Moorish”. According to legend, at the time of their raids along the Adriatic coast, a group of Moors went further into the interior in order to build a fortress in the heart of Christianity. Others, on the contrary, maintain that the Castrum Morisci was built near the sea to drive back the assaults of the Saracens. Most probably the place name comes either from a noble family named Mori, or from the word in dialect morrecine, which refers to the heap of stones on which the castle rests.
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