A bend in the road
To admire Florence’s landscape
I slow down my car




Thanks for your visit, dear friends
Anita Bacha.
A bend in the road
To admire Florence’s landscape
I slow down my car




Thanks for your visit, dear friends
Anita Bacha.
How to tell you,
What is sweeter than a drop of honey,
Sweeter than a grain of sugar,
Sweeter than the juice of a strawberry;
How to tell you,
Nothing is sweeter than your tongue,
Melting like ice in my mouth;
How to tell you,
What is a flower without a bumble bee,
Or a bumble bee without a flower,
Or me without you, or you without me.
Anita Bacha
Photo credit: Anita Bacha
