Magione stands on the old road which used to connect Perugia to Tuscany. Home town to Fra’ Giovanni da Pian di Carmine who, before Marco Polo, reached...
Living in Umbria: stories of houses and villages
Loving is like flying through waves of unlimited possibilities. It's a form of freedom, it has no time and no specific dimension. It opens options where you didn't know there were before, it...
Saint Valentine's is behind us and Easter on its way.. and I wonder why we always tend to measure our expectations by waiting for that “something special” to happen, that something to...
This is a poem (my translation) by Eugenio Montali, from his collection Ossi di Seppia - 1925
Perhaps one morning, while wandering...
What is each one of us looking for? Our research is testimony of what we do. And what do we do? Is it the Truth we are searching or are we simply using it as an excuse so as to...
It's November and the mellow sun rays light the world with their soft brightness. A whispering breeze lingers in the air, sparking and bringing a shiver along the spine.
The olive pickers...
The month of October ends with a very rainy cold Halloween and the spirits of the soul seem tuned into with those of the tombs - silent and listening as the rain falls.
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Here we are yet again at the not-so-traditional and rather mad End-of-Summer Panicale event.
The temperature has dropped, the sun is shining and the air is sparkling. And just like at the...
Ok, Midsummer's night is over but the Summer dream still proceeds. Rather a daze in this never ending heat.
The lovely and entertaining play was...
I have just got back from a brief stay in Ireland, and now, in this torrid heat, I find myself reminiscing about that “cool” country I just left. Ireland, green land where the sky and...
Coming back from visiting a mesmerizing historic hamlet with frescoes dating back to the 1100s, I find myself gazing at the red-dotted fields of poppies and turquoise coloured seas of long grasses...