Tags : italy

Summer in Italy: Rome

Summer in Italy: Rome

A Story by KSKhoury


Had to rewrite this .. hit the save button but ended up with 'no' writings .. internet!
Rain Stops, Goodbye.

Rain Stops, Goodbye.

A Poem by Solaris LeRouche


The story of missed love.
Beckon My Still Heart

Beckon My Still Heart

A Book by WickedPenWielder


A monstrous Vamp leaves decay everywhere he touches. But what happens when the one person who can change his blackened dead heart is the person who wa..
Beginning of Ends

Beginning of Ends

A Chapter by WickedPenWielder


This is just a short intro, please review...does it make you want to read more?
Winter’s Rome

Winter’s Rome

A Poem by Armana D'Uscaret


This winter Rome's streets are filled: people, potted trees, dried wreaths--all On Sale.
of Rome Haiku I

of Rome Haiku I

A Poem by Armana D'Uscaret


Taking my glassesoff, I can see Rome at once,beautiful and fragile.
of Rome Haiku II

of Rome Haiku II

A Poem by Armana D'Uscaret


Sunlight dances on the blades of grass pushing through-- Mind the cobblestones!
Standing within

Standing within

A Poem by Armana D'Uscaret


Buildings surround me and the magnolia trees in Trastevere.
On Via dei Pettinari

On Via dei Pettinari

A Poem by Armana D'Uscaret


This winter is warm. A large brown dog sleeps soundly on cobblestoned grass.
Surviving history

Surviving history

A Poem by Armana D'Uscaret


Ashes of the past buried amongst flowerbeds, frostless roots that feed.
Crossing the bridge

Crossing the bridge

A Poem by Armana D'Uscaret


Strips of cold plastic bags grace the dead trees below the Ponte Sisto.
To take time

To take time

A Poem by Armana D'Uscaret


Travelling by train: Rome--Florence, spring wind is still. Eyes captures nothing.
The Water

The Water

A Story by Armana D'Uscaret


She tries not to wonder anymore whether or not the color of the water will ever change. For today it is decidedly a murky green. Murky, she think..
Campo

Campo

A Poem by Armana D'Uscaret


Midday, a short walk across the Ponte Sisto to the place known as Field of Flowers. Couples mill about, point at things, then purchase ..
Before, after midday in Garbatella

Before, after midday in Garbatella

A Poem by Armana D'Uscaret


Rain falls unheard, caw of bird, cold, beyond window-- Garbatella wakes Mussolini’s war, still echoing in winter’s ..
Between Them

Between Them

A Story by Armana D'Uscaret


The conversation had started long before the solitary lamp-post began to cast the familiar amber light, prompting both shadows and people to eme..