The best song for the day

Basil, with its green eyes of basilisk

Meanwhile, in the Vatican museums...

We'd like to interrupt our program for a special announcement

The editor of Folded Word has nominated my poem "The Sage's Secret" for the Pushcart Prize.
I am utterly floored.
Which is good, the tiles being far cooler than the rest of the house...

Could it be the priests flash mob?

Or give Adam and Eve reasons to pause?

Twist the columns of the cloister so?

And give the saint such a stern look?

What makes the devil cringe so?

In San Paolo Fuori le Mura

Three grissini

Allow

Keeping cool

The beasts' old drinking place

The butterfly that left without leaving an address

Warden at the door - Friendly silence in his eyes. - Holiday period

The vineyard waiting - Morning caressing its leaves. - Golden early light.

The old vineyard shack

Literary porridge

Too hot to purr

Fraschetta Piazza del' Olmo

Frascati by night

Night light

Still Frascati

Singing in the night

Dining al fresco

In Frascati

Curlicue

The first grapes

The charmer

An afternoon full of blooms

Driving to your door - In search for some cool shadow. - Scent of warm biscuits

The old faithful

Thè à la menthe

Capodimonte

The amazing grace of a quick sauce

Windows

I'll complain to my lawyer...