Canción otoñal

[...] Hoy siento en el corazón
un vago temblor de estrellas
y todas las rosas son
tan blancas como mi pena.

[...] Today I sense in my heart
a vague tremor of stars
and all roses are
as white as my sorrow.

—  Federico García Lorca "Canción otoñal"

Fall essence

I have not finished yet to talk about the Autumn. I will continue to talk about it at least until the beginning of the winter, if not longer.

The autumn here makes you pull out the coats of the closet and puts your hands in his pockets.

In his pockets you can find chestnuts, pine cones, peels of tangerines ... all things that autumn gives away generously.

In this season, if you listen carefully, you will hear the autumn speaking in the woods.

(But most of the time you can not understand him. He always speaks with dried leaves in his mouth.)

Perfect summer memories of Sicily

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To have seen Italy without having seen Sicily is not to have seen Italy at all, for Sicily is the clue to everything

—  Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

October gave a party