Yes, I miss London as a friend who lives far from me but who stays in my heart everyday, every moment of my life. London has a special place in my mind : live its big streets, its multicolour windows, its shops & its smells around different world’s cultures & kitchens ! Miss the curry … More Missing London in Christmas time
When I was a student this was my library & it was the only one in Pistoia .forteguerriana.comune.pistoia.it All the past generations have studied here surronded by these old shelves full of handmade old books & some of them also written by hands! Founded in 1473 after the Cardinal Niccoló Forteguerri ‘s death who decided … More Pistoia : Forteguerriana library dated 1473 it’s one of the oldest in Italy.
Since I was a child my mother used to stop here for a cappuccino , an espresso or an aperitivo & for me a hot chocolate topped with swipped cream , if in winter time , in summer a fresh organge juice😉 I was very young but I was able to feel that it was … More Florence : Gilli Caffè since 1733 a must in Firenze
What a nice tour we had together in Pistoia ! Such a great group of people , all experts of food and really interested in knowing everything about Tuscan food and wine, of course, and extra virgin oil and plants! An unforgettable 4 days trip with Irish people that I feel so close to Italian … More Slowfood Galway , Ireland , visited & tasted Pistoia ‘s flavours with me
I am going to tell you the story of ….. ….once upon a time there was a Tuscan girl who dreamt about living abroad & leave her small town for a big metropolis , as London, forgetting about her past & starting a new life far away from her birthplace… 30 years later this girl … More My Tuscany’s Tale: Volterra & 50 shades of green
Last year I met many different kind of people from everywhere .. I shared with them my passion for food, shopping and art and for The great addentare Of travelling! But most of all The pleasure to stay together on The same way , same street , different language , same heart I’ve met a … More A New year , New things I’ve learned
I am so sorry but I have to start writing in Italian as I have to tell you my “love story” with London city, so I need to use my mother tongue language to describe at its best my feelings . I will try to add an English translation to my next Italian posts so … More My love story with LONDON – 1st chapter
It was a strange feeling receiving This book from My mom’s hand as a present : my aunt wrote a book about her life and her past. This book tells part Of My family history maybe The most unknown , My father’s side . I knew something but not all That I Found in this: … More When your aunt writes a book
Pasta Martelli ! A Real Tuscan pasta Made in Lari near Pisa . A family business pasta maker garantees The best quality and a wonderful full taste for a superb pasta dish with fresh vegetables from The garden !
Non restare a piangere sulla mia tomba. Non sono lì, non dormo. Sono mille venti che soffiano. Sono la scintilla diamante sulla neve. Sono la luce del sole sul grano maturo. Sono la pioggerellina d’autunno. Quando ti svegli nella quiete del mattino… Sono le stelle che brillano la notte. Non restare a piangere sulla mia … More Non restare a piangere..
La morte non è niente. Sono solamente passato dall’altra parte: è come fossi nascosto nella stanza accanto. Io sono sempre io e tu sei sempre tu. Quello che eravamo prima l’uno per l’altro lo siamo ancora. Chiamami con il nome che mi hai sempre dato, che ti è familiare; parlami nello stesso modo affettuoso che … More LA MORTE NON È NIENTE – S.Agostino
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because … More A poem : He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven by William Butler Yeats
He takes away a piece of you a deep sense of an empty space inside myself now a whole town is crying around a family all memories & feelings can’t be cancelled with death
25 years ago I said ‘Yes I do’ ‘Si,lo voglio’ In a Church, in front Of God and a lot Of People Ioved a d still love. After so many years I still remember The scent Of My fresia bouquet,My wet hands,my uncertain steps on The red carpet ~yes, I have had one just for … More Yes, I do! My wedding pict
Quando un amico scrive un libro e lo viene a prensentare nella sua città,dove tutti lo conoscono,dove tutti se lo ricordano ragazzino, bambino e poi uomo è di certo un momento di grande emozione. Così infatti è stato per me e credo anche per gli altri – tanti – che erano presenti alla libreria Feltrinelli a Pistoia … More Indietro di trent’anni
Yesterday, I had The chance to meet friends I didn’t see since ages The occasion was the the presentation of The first book wrote by Alessandro Bonan born in Pistoia and now living in Milan. Such a strong feeling seeing so many old friends together! It brought me back to My twenties when we had … More When a friend writes a book
I have been living for a while in this street love to go back everytime I am in London to see how it changes with years Love the shops’ window so nice painted in different colours till I could I hope I will come again as this old lady to see what’s going on in … More LONDON , Great Russell Street and an old lady
So why, when it’s grey,cloudy & cold we can’t find anything inside? Waiting 4 The Sun in a sad Italian Friday
In a house close to me used to live a couple Of old brothers. Every spring I saw them in The garden looking after The blooms and plants.Since This winter I haven seen them anymore .Few days ago on The door I read ‘on sale’.Now I understand why The garden was so untidy and wild…but … More New season , new life
Found this in a shop in Rome, can’t resist to take a picture of it, it’s my motto , by the way..;-))
I can tell you we find ouselves in a cup of tea just in front of it our hearts open at once and become subjet of discussion no more just feelings with no shape but really a matter to discuss of it is the power of a nice cup of tea!
Here we are: rain or snow, we meet just 3 or 4 times per year and can’t miss our tea,cappuccino or herbal infusion in front of which we talk,laugh,cry and smile not always in this order but with order we always happly accept the invitation to see our faces after months of emails,script msg & … More THREE FRIENDS,THREE CUP OF TEA
I have to tell you. my heart belongs to her ( not it..HER ! ) as she is like a friend for me : an elegant Lady that opened her arms to me when I arrived there 30 years ago. I was alone with just a lot of dreams in my bag to fullfill . First of … More MY HEART BELONGS TO …LONDON