Through My Living Eyes
More than a century past in Bari, my Gramma’s Papa worked. She seems to lead me through the streets....
More than a century past in Bari, my Gramma’s Papa worked. She seems to lead me through the streets....
When hotels hand me internet failure and my resisting finally gets finished, I gladly make poems in my mouth,...
The rock-cut dwellings of Matera in southern Italy run along the edges of the deep ravine furrowed by the Gravina...