POMARICO FrameSet

Alone...

2025-02-02T18:22:00.003+01:00

Alone...
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

Edgar Allan Poe

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Funghi 2014 - Bosco della Manferrara - Pomarico (MT)

2014-10-04T14:58:00.003+02:00

Pictures by SPERA GERARDO - POMARICO (ITALY)

SCANZANO JONICO - Bufaloria MT

2014-08-10T17:42:00.003+02:00

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Sunset & Moon...

2014-08-01T15:26:00.003+02:00

Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

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The inhabitants of the forest "Manferrara" Pomarico (MT)

2014-07-02T11:57:00.004+02:00

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“Sensazione”

2014-04-30T12:06:00.006+02:00

“Nelle sere d’estate andrò per i sentieri,
pizzicato dal grano, pestando i fili d’erba;
ne sentirò, sognante, il fresco sotto i piedi.
E al vento lascerò bagnare la mia testa.

Non dirò più parole, non farò più pensieri:
ma un amore infinito mi salirà nel petto,
e andrò molto lontano, sarò come uno zingaro,
come con una donna per i campi contento.”

Arthur Rimbaud

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Mixed shots

2014-03-29T23:21:00.002+01:00

The saddest noise, the sweetest noise

2013-03-20T15:32:00.003+01:00

Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)

The saddest noise, the sweetest noise

The saddest noise, the sweetest noise,

The maddest noise that grows,—

The birds, they make it in the spring,

At night’s delicious close.

Between the March and April line—

That magical frontier

Beyond which summer hesitates,

Almost too heavenly near.

It makes us think of all the dead

That sauntered with us here,

By separation’s sorcery

Made cruelly more dear.

It makes us think of what we had,

And what we now deplore.

We almost wish those siren throats

Would go and sing no more.

An ear can break a human heart

As quickly as a spear,

We wish the ear had not a heart

So dangerously near.

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Let Down ...

2013-01-18T15:58:00.003+01:00

Let Down ...

At face value, its a complaint of mass transit. But upon a closer inspection it turns out to be a sad critique of modern society.The planes, the trains, and all the other gizmos are simply ways of getting us from here to there, but with out any real destination. It tells of being alienated. Before people had purpose but now a days everyone seems to be running in circles, never achieving a thing.You're born, you're instilled a set of values society deems necessary at the time, you are expected to transmit these values onto the next generation, and then you die. Sure, it speaks of dissappointment, yet, it also speaks of hope. Even if the world seems like a barren and hopeless place, by the end you know that somehow it will all work out. That one day you'll be looking back and laughing at all those tears.

Touched by An Angel...

2012-11-09T23:30:00.002+01:00

Touched by An Angel

by Maya Angelou

We, unaccustomed to courage

exiles from delight

live coiled in shells of loneliness

until love leaves its high holy temple

and comes into our sight

to liberate us into life.

Love arrives

and in its train come ecstasies

old memories of pleasure

ancient histories of pain.

Yet if we are bold,

love strikes away the chains of fear

from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity

In the flush of love's light

we dare be brave

And suddenly we see

that love costs all we are

and will ever be.

Yet it is only love

which sets us free.

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April 2012 ...

2012-04-25T14:29:00.002+02:00

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After the Winter...

2012-03-21T22:59:00.003+01:00

After the Winter...

BY CLAUDE MCKAY

Some day, when trees have shed their leaves

And against the morning’s white

The shivering birds beneath the eaves

Have sheltered for the night,

We’ll turn our faces southward, love,

Toward the summer isle

Where bamboos spire the shafted grove

And wide-mouthed orchids smile.

And we will seek the quiet hill

Where towers the cotton tree,

And leaps the laughing crystal rill,

And works the droning bee.

And we will build a cottage there

Beside an open glade,

With black-ribbed blue-bells blowing near,

And ferns that never fade.

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New Beginnings

2012-01-21T19:42:00.005+01:00

New Beginnings
by Gertrude B. McClain
It's only the beginning now
...a pathway yet unknown
At times the sound of other steps
...sometimes we walk alone
The best beginnings of our lives
May sometimes end in sorrow
But even on our darkest days
The sun will shine tomorrow.
So we must do our very best
Whatever life may bring
And look beyond the winter chill
To smell the breath of spring.
Into each life will always come
A time to start anew
A new beginning for each heart
As fresh as morning dew.
Although the cares of life are great
And hands are bowed so low
The storms of life will leave behind
The wonder of a rainbow.
The years will never take away
Our chance to start anew
It's only the beginning now
So dreams can still come true.

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He sleep ...

2011-11-27T16:25:00.002+01:00

Spera Gerardo Pomarico (Italy)

Manferrara 2011...

2011-10-11T17:48:00.002+02:00

Pictures By Spera Gerardo at Pomarico (Italy)

JULY 2011 ...

2011-07-09T18:30:00.003+02:00

Spera Gerardo Pomarico (Italy)

The Fly

2011-06-26T12:42:00.002+02:00

Foto scattate da SPERA GERARDO a Pomarico (ITALY). Pictures taken By Spera Gerardo at Pomarico (Italy)

Ladybug ...

2011-06-23T00:18:00.004+02:00

Foto scattate da SPERA GERARDO a Pomarico (ITALY). Pictures taken By Spera Gerardo at Pomarico (Italy)

June 2011

2011-06-16T00:37:00.002+02:00

Foto scattate da SPERA GERARDO a Pomarico (ITALY). Pictures taken By Spera Gerardo at Pomarico (Italy)

Pomarico FrameSet Production 2011

2011-04-27T12:34:00.002+02:00

POMARICO Avril 2011

2011-04-07T18:13:00.003+02:00

Foto scattate da SPERA GERARDO a Pomarico (ITALY). Pictures taken By Spera Gerardo at Pomarico (Italy)

POMARICO ...

2011-03-02T15:10:00.001+01:00

Spera Gerardo Pomarico (Italy).

POMARICO

2011-02-12T14:53:00.001+01:00

Spera Gerardo Pomarico (Italy).

Landscapes November 2010

2010-11-25T15:47:00.003+01:00

Foto scattate da SPERA GERARDO a Pomarico (ITALY). Pictures taken By Spera Gerardo at Pomarico (Italy)

MUSHROOMS NOVEMBER 2010

2010-11-06T17:19:00.002+01:00

Foto scattate da SPERA GERARDO a Pomarico (ITALY). Pictures taken By Spera Gerardo at Pomarico (Italy).