The branches of the trees draw a magic arabesques and strange silhouettes on the water The trees reflected in the river -- they are unconscious of a spiritual world so near to them. So are we. - Nathaniel Hawthorne __________________________________ No one can see their reflection in running water. It is only in still water that we can see. - Taoist proverb _________________________________ Music: Tooi Hi no Kizuato by: Takumi Masahori ___________________________________ I own the picture but not the music

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Keywords: Italy Milan inland river trees
Added: Tue, 11 Nov 2008 13:44:44 GMT

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another gallery of wonderful fall colors when the leaves change their color from green into red,orange,brown,yellow. It's a kind of magic!! Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. (Albert Camus) Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn. (Elizabeth Lawrence) Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. (Stanley Horowitz ____________________________________ Music: River by: Tatsuya Ishij ____________________________________ I own the pictures but not the music

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Keywords: Italy inland autumn colors trees leaves
Added: Tue, 11 Nov 2008 13:12:51 GMT

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the incredible fall colors Autumn Let us go and gather grapes in the vineyard For the winepress, and keep the wine in old Vases, as the spirit keeps Knowledge of the Ages in eternal vessels. Let us return to our dwelling, for the wind has Caused the yellow leaves to fall and shroud the Withering flowers that whisper elegy to Summer. Come home, my eternal sweetheart, for the birds Have made pilgrimage to warmth and lest the chilled Prairies suffering pangs of solitude. The jasmine And myrtle have no more tears. Let us retreat, for the tired brook has Ceased its song; and the bubblesome springs Are drained of their copious weeping; and Their cautious old hills have stored away Their colorful garments. Come, my beloved; Nature is justly weary And is bidding her enthusiasm farewell With quiet and contented melody Kalhil Gibran __________________________________ Music: Byakuya True Light by Mijamoto Shunichi ___________________________________ I own the pictures but not the music

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Keywords: Italy inland autumn colors leaves trees river
Added: Tue, 11 Nov 2008 12:35:46 GMT

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Scenic from Sardinia (San Teodoro-Olbia) Italy The most beautiful italian island _________________________________ The sea In the still of the night As man slumbers behind the folds, the forest proclaims: "I am the power Brought by the sun from The heart of the earth." The sea remains quiet, saying to itself, "I am the power." The rock says, "The ages erected me as a monument Until the Judgment Day." The sea remains silent saying to itself, "I am the monument." The wind howls "I am strong, I separate the heavens from the earth." The sea remains quiet, saying to itself, "The wind is mine." The river says "I am the pure water That quenches the thirst of the earth." The sea remains silent saying to itself, "The river is mine." The summit says, "I stand high like a star In the center of the sky." The sea remains quiet saying to itself, "The summit is mine." The brain says, "I am a ruler; The world is in those who rule."' The sea remains slumbering saying, in its sleep, "All is mine." Kahlil Gibran ____________________________ I own the pictures not the music Music: Capocolonna by Sergio Cammariere

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Keywords: Italy sardinia San Teodoro Olbia scenics sea
Added: Fri, 29 Aug 2008 10:59:53 GMT

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A splendid full moon in a very clear night ______________________________________ We'll Go No More A-Roving Though the night was made for loving And the day returns too soon Yet we'll go no more a-roving By the light of the moon -Byron _____________________________________ MONNLIGHT SUMMER MOONLIGHT by Emily Bronte 'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere, But most where trees are sending Their breezy boughs on high, Or stooping low are lending A shelter from the sky. And there in those wild bowers A lovely form is laid; Green grass and dew-steeped flowers Wave gently round her head. _____________________________________ Music: Hoshi e no inori by Sahashi Toshihiko

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Added: Wed, 20 Aug 2008 10:43:21 GMT

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Mediterranean flora: Olive tree,Cork tree,Jumper tree. ________________________________ OLIVE TREE The olive tree is the symbol of plenty, justice, peace, victory, wisdom, and rebirth. The olive tree grows slowly, like a human. Seed, sprout, then sapling, it matures, shunning shade and moisture, and keeps its slivery grey-green leaves year round. It loves the Mediterranean, the Aegean, the South. In spring, it produces tiny, delicate yellow and white blossoms with a light scent all their own. The flowers turn into fruit, growing larger and maturing towards end of summer.Autumn is time for harvest. After a long productive life, the body withers, but new shoots spring green form the roots, becoming a new tree. It is said that there are two trees in the Paradise: the fig and the olive. The fig the 'Tree of Truth' ; the olive the `Tree of Life'. As in the oldest known reference in Latin to the olive, which is also mentioned in the Old and New Testaments as well as the Quran: ¡¨Oles prima arborum omnium est¡¨(The olive is first among all trees).The olive tree, symbol of holiness, plenty, justice, health, pride, victory, prosperity, wisdom, intelligence, purity, and rebirth-all the important human virtues. Music: "Broken Wings" _______________________________ I

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Added: Thu, 14 Aug 2008 14:53:59 GMT

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An immersion in the peace of the woods Nothing is better for soul, mind and eyes __________________________________ Woods by Wendell Berry I part the out thrusting branches and come in beneath the blessed and the blessing trees. Though I am silent there is singing around me. Though I am dark there is vision around me. Though I am heavy there is flight around me. ___________________________________ Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky. We fell them down and turn them into paper that we may record our emptiness _____________________________________ Music "A Remark you made" by Weather Report

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Keywords: woods river inalnd Milan Italy
Added: Wed, 06 Aug 2008 17:35:33 GMT

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Sunset SUNSET Behind the golden western hills The sun goes down, a founder'd bark, Only a mighty sadness fills The silence of the dark. O twilight sad with wistful eyes, Restore in ruth again to me The shadow of the peace that lies Beyond the purple sea. The sun of my great joy goes down, Against the paling heights afar, Gleams out like some glad angel's crown, A yellow evening star; The glory from the western hills Falls fading, spark on spark, Only a mighty sadness fills The spaces of the dark. Music by Toshihiko Sahashi Title, Kimi No Boku

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Keywords: Sardinia sunset sea Italy
Added: Sun, 20 Jul 2008 14:07:58 GMT

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Rain is the power of nature, But at the same time one of her many works of art, Her drops are pure and crystalline like a baby’s soul. She has the power to purify. So instead of running away from her, Under the shelter of an umbrella, Stand under her with eyes closed, With arms spread open, And listen to her story, As her drops tumble over your skin. - Gaia Brezzo 19/07/08 Song of the rain I am dotted silver threads dropped from heaven By the gods. Nature then takes me, to adorn Her fields and valleys. I am beautiful pearls, plucked from the Crown of Ishtar by the daughter of Dawn To embellish the gardens. When I cry the hills laugh; When I humble myself the flowers rejoice; When I bow, all things are elated. The field and the cloud are lovers And between them I am a messenger of mercy. I quench the thirst of one; I cure the ailment of the other. The voice of thunder declares my arrival; The rainbow announces my departure. I am like earthly life, which begins at The feet of the mad elements and ends Under the upraised wings of death. I emerge from the heart of the sea Soar with the breeze. When I see a field in Need, I descend and embrace the flowers and The trees in a million little ways. I touch gently at the windows with my Soft fingers, and my announcement is a Welcome song. All can hear, but only The sensitive can understand. The heat in the air gives birth to me, But in turn I kill it, As woman overcomes man with The strength she takes from him. I am the sigh of the sea; The laughter of the field; The tears of heaven. So with love — Sighs from the deep sea of affection; Laughter from the colorful field of the spirit; Tears from the endless heaven of memories. Kahlil Gibran Music by, Kakijima Shinji Title, Nicol no Piano

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Added: Sun, 20 Jul 2008 13:50:06 GMT

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Flowers are nature masterpiece, pure joy for eyes and soul Marvelous combination of perfect beauty colors and oustanding grace. Song of The Flower I am a kind word uttered and repeated By the voice of Nature; I am a star fallen from the Blue tent upon the green carpet. I am the daughter of the elements With whom Winter conceived; To whom Spring gave birth; I was Reared in the lap of Summer and I Slept in the bed of Autumn. At dawn I unite with the breeze To announce the coming of light; At eventide I join the birds In bidding the light farewell. The plains are decorated with My beautiful colors, and the air Is scented with my fragrance. As I embrace Slumber the eyes of Night watch over me, and as I Awaken I stare at the sun, which is The only eye of the day. I drink dew for wine, and hearken to The voices of the birds, and dance I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath; I am the memory of a moment of happiness; I am the last gift of the living to the dead; I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow. But I look up high to see only the light, And never look down to see my shadow. This is wisdom which man must learn. - Khalil Gibran the title of the song is Amrita

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Keywords: flowers spring summer Milan inland
Added: Sun, 20 Jul 2008 11:53:04 GMT

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Seeing the amazing beauty of the white cherry flowers, it's pure joy for soul and heart. "You're Still You" Through the darkness I can see your light And you will always shine And I can feel your heart in mine Your face I've memorized I idolize just you I look up to Everything you are In my eyes you do no wrong I've loved you for so long And after all is said and done You're still you After all You're still you You walk past me I can feel your pain Time changes everything One truth always stays the same You're still you After all You're still you I look up to Everything you are In my eyes you do no wrong And I believe in you Although you never asked me to I will remember you And what life put you through And in this cruel and lonely world I found one love You're still you After all You're still you Song of The Flower I am a kind word uttered and repeated By the voice of Nature; I am a star fallen from the Blue tent upon the green carpet. I am the daughter of the elements With whom Winter conceived; To whom Spring gave birth; I was Reared in the lap of Summer and I Slept in the bed of Autumn. At dawn I unite with the breeze To announce the coming of light; At eventide I join the birds In bidding the light farewell. The plains are decorated with My beautiful colors, and the air Is scented with my fragrance. As I embrace Slumber the eyes of Night watch over me, and as I Awaken I stare at the sun, which is The only eye of the day. I drink dew for wine, and hearken to The voices of the birds, and dance To the rhythmic swaying of the grass. I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath; I am the memory of a moment of happiness; I am the last gift of the living to the dead; I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow. But I look up high to see only the light, And never look down to see my shadow. This is wisdom which man must learn. - Khalil Gibran

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Keywords: Spring trres in bloom milano inland
Added: Sun, 27 Apr 2008 16:58:21 GMT

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It's always an astonishing event to be present at the awakening of nature, after the long winter stop. The flowers beauty, the melodious birds'singing, the sunny and clear days are the most beautiful recompense for our waiting. Spring Come, my beloved; let us walk amidst the knolls, For the snow is water, and Life is alive from its Slumber and is roaming the hills and valleys. Let us follow the footprints of Spring into the Distant fields, and mount the hilltops to draw Inspiration high above the cool green plains. Dawn of Spring has unfolded her winter-kept garment And placed it on the peach and citrus trees; and They appear as brides in the Spring ceremonial custom of the Night of Kedre. The sprigs of grapevine embrace each other like Sweethearts, and the brooks burst out in dance Between the rocks, repeating the song of joy; And the flowers bud suddenly from the heart of Nature, like foam from the rich heart of the sea. Come, my beloved; let us drink the last of Winter's Tears from the cupped lilies, and soothe our spirits With the shower of notes from the birds, and wander In exhilaration through the intoxicating breeze. Let us sit by that rock, where violets hide; let us Pursue their exchange of the sweetness of kisses. Kahlil Gibran

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Keywords: nature trees in bloom . new leaves spring Milano inland
Added: Thu, 10 Apr 2008 10:56:52 GMT

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Nice ancient village, close to Castellaro Antica cittadina medievale a 1,5 Km da Castellaro entroterra di Imperia-Arma di Taggia

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Keywords: Italy Liguria Imperia inland ancient medieval village
Added: Mon, 25 Feb 2008 12:20:36 GMT

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Ancient Shrine built by a sailor saved from Virgin Mary, and dedicated to her. Pompeiana, nice medieval village, close to Castellaro. Antico santuario, subito dopo l'abitato di Castellaro, fatto costruire da un marinaio salvato dalla Vergine Maria e a lei dedicato Alcune immagini di Pompeiana, villaggio medievale a 1,5 km da Castellaro (meno dettagli)

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Keywords: Italy Liguria Inland Imperia ancient medieval villages
Added: Mon, 25 Feb 2008 11:52:42 GMT

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Beautiful medieval village,placed on the top of an hill, 300 mt. above the sea level. Nostra Signora di Lampedusa is an ancient shrine, built by a sailor saved from Virgin Mary and consacrated to her. Villaggio medievale situato in cima ad una collina a circa 300 mt sul livello del mare. Alcune immagini del santuario Nostra signora di Lampedusa, fatto costruire da un marinaio, salvato dalla Vergine e a lei dedicato. (meno dettagli)

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Keywords: Italy Liguria inland Imperia medieval villages
Added: Sun, 24 Feb 2008 20:51:12 GMT

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Beautiful medieval village, placed on the top of an hill. Villagio medievale situato nell'entroterra di Imperia Arma di Taggia, su una collina a 300 mt sul livello del mare

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Keywords: Italy. Liguria Inland Imperia medieval villages
Added: Sun, 24 Feb 2008 20:35:10 GMT

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Snow music: "INVERNO" from "Le Quattro stagioni" by Vivaldi It's really a great emotion the first snow. All around is just silence,peace and white. Everything is covered in snow. Nature takes a long rest before,the spring awakening. But it is breathaking beauty, always THE SOUND OF SILENCE The morning was mute, quiet and still as I awoke from a peaceful rest; The sounds of silence were a soft calm and peace was mine - I was blessed. A hushed world was solemn in thought at the silence all around; Snowflakes fell like pure-white feathers and never made a sound. A lull like this, in a busy world, was Nature's gift of wonder; I stifled thoughts of anything that might put it asunder. For just awhile on a winter's morn, I turned within, in awe; Listening to the sounds of silence and the beauty that I saw. Joan Adams Burchell E'sempre una grande emozione la prima neve. Tutto attorno è solo pace silenzio e bianco. Ogni cosa è coperta di neve. La natura si concede un lungo riposo, prima del risveglio primaverile. Ma la sua bellezza è sempre da mozzare il fiato. (meno dettagli)

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Keywords: Italy Milano inland snow trres landscapes
Added: Sat, 23 Feb 2008 20:36:03 GMT

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Fog & Frost I always am amazed how nature shows its beauty in every season to whom has the right sensitivity to capture it. Even a foggy, frosty, gray,cold day "hides" it great beauty. Nature beauty is all around us, even in the dark. It's enough a little effort to discover it. Nature is my inspires muse Without nature beauty, life hasn't any sense. WALKING IN THE FOG Taupe is the color of bare branches on this grey winter's sky Leaves have blown asunder and bark has turned to ash Cold is this place that we must walk barren is the path that leads into the grey light of this winters frost Bare the branches o'er our heads birds do not fly the mist is cold and dampening it chill's down to our bones No sound where we tread no one calls out our names the path is fading fast as the world disappears The world is white Around us we can not see We hold tight to the other's hand Tread with care as we go Suddenly there in front ah a few steps ahead the fog begins to break At last we know our way Mi stupisco sempre di come la natura sia in grado di mostrarci la sua bellezza in ogni stagione, a chi abbia la giusta sensibilità di captarla. Persino un giorno freddo nebbioso brinato e triste, nasconde la sua bellezza. La bellezza della natura è attorno a noi,basta un piccolo sforzo per scoprirla. La natura è la mia musa ispiratrice. Senza la sua bellezza la vita non avrebbe senso

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Keywords: Italy milano inland fog frost trees lanscapes
Added: Sat, 23 Feb 2008 19:21:36 GMT

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Frost & Fog Nature is capable by the frost to make wonderful pieces of embroidery on the branches of the trees on the grass, on the bushes. They seem sparkle in the sun. Nature leaves a message of peace and serenity to whom is sensitive enough to capture it. THIN ICE Step out onto white not as a body bearing any weight but as a feather might think of ink in a quill drawing a cantata out of light. La natura tramite la brina, è capace di fare splendidi ricami sui rami degli alberi,sull'erba e nei cespugli. Essi brillano alla luce del sole. La natura è sempre in grado di trasmettere messaggi di pace e serenità, a chi ha la giusta sensibilità di percepirli.

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Keywords: Italy Milan inland lanscape frost fog trees
Added: Sat, 23 Feb 2008 18:59:06 GMT

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splendors of autumn This is the most beautiful season,when nature shows the great of its beauty Leaves turn the green color in orange, red, yellow, light brown. Leaves How silently they tumble down And come to rest upon the ground To lay a carpet, rich and rare, Beneath the trees without a care, Content to sleep, their work well done, Colors gleaming in the sun. At other times, they wildly fly Until they nearly reach the sky. Twisting, turning through the air Till all the trees stand stark and bare. Exhausted, drop to earth below To wait, like children, for the snow. L'autunno è in assoluto la piu' bella stagione. La natura durante questo periodo è capace di superarsi in bellezza, donando a chi riesce a fermarsi almeno per un istante i suoi meravigliosi colori. Le foglie degli alberi mutano dal verde, in un trionfo di giallo, rosso, arancio, marrone.

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Keywords: Italy Milano inland. trees autumn colors
Added: Sat, 23 Feb 2008 18:44:16 GMT

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