ON RAINS, SEASONS AND LOVE - Someone Interesting
A woman taking shelter at the bus stop
A man running towards something
Two strangers stuck in a dingy cab in traffic
They are all us
They are all you and me
It's hard not to let my mind wander at times like these
The clouds stay pasted in the sky, hanging like ghosts
The rain is getting a taste for violence
All noises are silenced by the cries of the sky
I stand on the terrace and my thoughts keep going back to you
I wonder if you too had changed along with the season
Or if you're dancing about somewhere
Completely wet, your hair let down
Covering your entire back
I remember how you used to say you wanted to stay up all night
Watching the lightning split the night and blind the city
We both knew you would fall asleep in a few moments
I remember how I told you I could never write about the rain
And you said it might be because I don't find it
As most people do, romantic
That may have been true then
Maybe, you were right, it does bring out something in us
As if some imaginary chains that shackle us
We're intoxicated by mere water
The thunder conducts its orchestra
As horns and sirens pay applause
I remember as if it were just a breath ago
Most of our memories were with the rain as witness
Dropping you home after work
Searching for that one ice cream stall
The one time we made out in the car
Like stupid, reckless kids fooling around
You loved the rain
You said it made you feel warm and hazy
I believed you, and today I see why
I still don't know why we couldn't make it further
I was in love, you were
As you said
"Almost, in love"
Yet here I am
And here you are, in thoughts and words.
We are under the same clouds
But the lightning strikes us differently.
I like to believe now that we were good for each other
Even if it didn't seem apparent when we were at our worsts
For in the end, after every disappointing day,
We knew we could have been better
And we were
So, maybe, when these days are over
When the sky has settled itself for the year
When the sun isn't as hot on our body
When the leaves don't mind being yellow or red
Maybe, we could start over
And fall for each other
Scegli un b&b in una località qualunque della Toscana. Cerchi solo relax e buon cibo. Ma in Italia ovunque vai c’è storia e ogni piccolo paese, fino al meno conosciuto, ha qualcosa da raccontare.
E scopri così che Vicchio, nella città metropolitana di Firenze, è stata la patria natale di due pittori che hanno fatto grande l'arte figurativa: Giotto e il Beato Angelico. La casa natale di Giotto è meta ogni anno di numerosi visitatori. Nel 2001 sono stati festeggiati i 100 anni della posa in opera della statua del pittore nella piazza omonima nel centro del paese. Nel giugno del 1919 Vicchio fu l'epicentro di uno dei maggiori sismi italiani del XX secolo. Il comune, su 1500 abitazioni esistenti, ne vide andare distrutte 700, con altre 500 danneggiate al punto tale da non consentire l'abitabilità. In quell'occasione caddero anche le mura cittadine e tre delle sei torri.
Durante l'ultimo conflitto mondiale, Vicchio ospitò i primi nuclei di resistenza armata e partecipò attivamente alla lotta di Liberazione, pagando un notevole tributo di vite umane e di danni materiali. Un ammirevole esempio di coraggio, di spirito di libertà e di amor patrio.
You choose a random b&b in any Tuscany location. Just looking for relax and good food. But in Italy wherever you go there is history and every small town, even the least known, has something to tell.
So you find out that Vicchio, in the metropolitan city of Florence, was the birthplace of two of the greatest painters: Giotto and Beato Angelico. In 2001 the statue of Giotto, in the town center, celebrated 100 years. In June 1919 Vicchio was the epicenter one of the major Italian earthquakes of the 20th century. Of the 1500 existing homes, 700 of them went destroyed, with another 500 damaged to the point of not allowing habitability. On that occasion the city walls and three of the six towers also fell.
During the last world war, Vicchio hosted the first armed resistance and actively participated in the struggle for liberation, paying a considerable toll of human lives and material damage. An admirable example of courage, spirit of freedom and patriotism.
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