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| This is Raffaello's School of Athens, can you spot the angel and tell me why it is there? |
This dirty Rome is not my Rome! My heart aches when, during my silent walks in the sweet golden slumber of a september morning, I go to my morning mass in the white church of Santa Caterina, that overlooks the Magnanapoli aquare, right beside the Quirinal. Today, for instance, the Madonna dei Monti square was full of bottles, but not the happy ten green bottles of the Nursery Rhymes...oh no, bottles, bottles everywhere, left overs from a mad night of alcohol and what else I do not know nor want to know. So I close my eyes and walk by, and down I go, in little steps, along the Madonna dei Monti street that is dark and pretty and has, as a gate, the Augustus Forum. I walk and walk, singing to myself, while all around me Rome cries in utter abandonment. How can it e possible? When did all this start? I wonder. I might have been asleep or elswhere. But all the same, in the blue bag that I always carry with me, I pick up bottles here and there and Rome, my darling, sweet Rome, seems to smile in bliss and thankful salutes me to my happy day...
If you want me to guide you in my beautiful Rome, please send me a mail:
bennidv@libero.it
Bennedetta
An amazing adventure with you and thank you so much
It was super inspiring and we will see you again I feel
Peter
Peter walked with me and this is what he wrote to me and I was delighted...
