The Grand Canal Venezia 


The Grand Canal Venezia Copyright “All rights reserved” © By itravelinitaly.com Baldassarri Giuseppe Visual Storytelling.
The Grand Canal Venezia Copyright “All rights reserved” © By itravelinitaly.com Baldassarri Giuseppe Visual Storytelling.

The Grand Canal Venezia The main street of Venice, everything started here building piles, the sinuous path of an ancient river in its final stretch, which flowed across the lagoon, among small islands.

Sorgente: The Grand Canal Venezia Photo by Giuseppe Baldassarri — National Geographic Your Shot

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St Mark’s Square Venice and basilica 


St Mark's Square venice and basilica italy Piazza San Marco in Venezia Copyright “All rights reserved” © By itravelinitaly.com Baldassarri Giuseppe Visual Storytelling.  A beautiful setting, the largest square in Venice, a universal icon, a UNESCO heritage site, every construction is a heritage in itself. But even more at carnival it is embellished with all kinds of costumed masks.
St Mark’s Square venice and basilica italy Piazza San Marco in Venezia Copyright “All rights reserved” © By itravelinitaly.com Baldassarri Giuseppe Visual Storytelling.
A beautiful setting, the largest square in Venice, a universal icon, a UNESCO heritage site, every construction is a heritage in itself.
But even more at carnival it is embellished with all kinds of costumed masks.

St Mark’s Square Venice and basilica Italy Piazza San Marco in Venezia Copyright “All rights reserved” © By itravelinitaly.com Baldassarri Giuseppe Visual Storytelling.

A beautiful setting, the largest square in Venice, a universal icon, a UNESCO heritage site, every construction is a heritage in itself.
But even more at carnival, it is embellished with all kinds of costumed masks.

Sorgente: St Mark’s Square Venice and basilica Photo by Giuseppe Baldassarri — National Geographic Your Shot

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The Grand Canal Venezia 


The Grand Canal Venezia
The Grand Canal Venezia

The Grand Canal Venezia The main street of Venice, everything started here building piles, the sinuous path of an ancient river in its final stretch, which flowed across the lagoon, among small islands.

Sorgente: The Grand Canal Venezia Photo by Giuseppe Baldassarri — National Geographic Your Shot

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The Blood Moon #itravelinitaly


Blood Moon Pedaso
Blood Moon Pedaso

Blood Moon “La Luna Rossa”, The original photo published yesterday, where the sky is confused with the sea and is understood only by the reverb of the moon, that under the sea, on Instagram did not like, and yet it was as I saw it, never I had been lucky enough to occasionally hit such a unique event,
Now I changed the blue with green, and like more, in practice, in my miserable experience, is the contrast of the colors you like, not the photo.

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Pedaso old main avenue. #wanderlust


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The sun has burst the sky
Because I love you
And the river its banks.

The sea laps the great rocks
Because I love you
And takes no heed of the moon dragging it away
And saying coldly ‘Constancy is not for you’.
The blackbird fills the air
Because I love you
With spring and lawns and shadows falling on lawns.

The people walk in the street and laugh
I love you
And far down the river ships sound their hooters
Crazy with joy because I love you.

The Sun Has Burst The Sky
Jenny Joseph

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