Do you choose logos? #itravelinitaly


Do you choose logos? #itravelinitaly

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itravelinitaly.com The mission is to share my passions with you. My passion is photography, travel, knowing the territory with its artistic, geographical and natural beauties, the food, an expression of in place. I am Italian and I love Italy, which place in the world can best express all this. I have always shared with the Socials also for work, sharing in: Instagram, LinkedIn, Facebook, Twitter, Google, Pinterest, Tripadvisor, but to create a free web site all mine with WordPress It was exciting.
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The mission is to share my passions with you.
My passion is photography, travel, knowing the territory with its artistic, geographical and natural beauties, the food, an expression of in place.

I am Italian and I love Italy, which place in the world can best express all this.

I have always shared with the Socials also for work, sharing in:

InstagramLinkedInFacebookTwitterGooglePinterestTripadvisor, but to create a free web site all mine with  WordPress It was exciting.

Your opinion is important to me, I ask you to write your own review here.Thank you for your visit, sure to be useful as a Local Guide.

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Pedaso old main avenue. #wanderlust


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Castrum Morisci #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. By wikipedia

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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