SUMMER 2009

Da Flowers Pomarico Magg

SUMMER SERENADE
When the thunder stalks the sky, When tickle-footed walks the fly, When shirt is wet and throat is dry, Look, my darling, thats July. Through the grassy lawn be leather, And prickly temper tug the tether, Shall we postpone our love for weather? If we must melt, lets melt together!
Ogden Nash

Da PAESAGGI POMARICO (ITALY) III

ROSES

You love the roses - so do I. I wish They sky would rain down roses, as they rain From off the shaken bush. Why will it not? Then all the valley would be pink and white And soft to tread on. They would fall as light As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!

George Eliot 1819-1880

Pictures taken By Spera Gerardo at Pomarico (Italy)
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