“All truly great thoughts are conceived while walking.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche
What is La Passegiata about?
La Passeggiata is an evening ritual, an Italian tradition, a gentle stroll through the main streets, usually in the pedestrian zones in hours before sunset. Italians tend to dress up for la passeggiata and new romances are on display as well as new dresses or shoes. Passeggiata is especially popular on Sunday evenings. During the summer, some Italians even drive to nearby cities, the coast, or the lakes for a special passeggiata.
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by David F. Barker and Blaga Todorova

tonight these grey walls will not hold me.
a strange providence
has given this soft hour to live,
a pale rose for my button hole,
colour of my face, the moon,
who follows me coldly
through silken streets

there are a myriad arches
marked with quietness,
the sleepy waters hum
with the pulse of a sonata
and the glassy surfaces
of man-made stone muses, they call me,
dropping sparkles in the shadows

suddenly I halt by a sober light—
high above in baroque walls
a lone viola is playing
in its darkest flourishes,
muffled by the rolling fog
drifting around me
like a seminal snake

and duets of exploding icons,
sketched in the heart to dazzle the heart,
visions through the sturdy, irregular mist,
turn the gondolas into shelters for lovers
while the reflections of the indigo skies
are drowned in rain and the mind is frozen,
holding the evening stroll alive …


Thank you David for writing this with me! It was an honor!

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'Isola di San Giorgio' by David F. Barker


© 2012  Broken Sparkles

Quintessence of soul’s crime

“There is a way to be good again.” from the film, The Kite Runner

This poem is a collaborative effort inspired by a mutual love of both the book (by Khalid Hosseini) and the film, The Kite Runner. If you have not enjoyed them yet, we recommend that you do … two thumbs up!



Jamie Dedes / Musing by Moonlight/ and Blaga Todorova

Between the snow in crimson and
crippled conscience, abject soul
I paint a perfect escape tripping
on the dry weeds of my disgrace

I let fall any strength of good will
whatever shards of honest force
and bit the cold concrete of my essence
for the wretched glow of a Judas’ kiss

Tears drip now from my guilty heart
My mind constricts again and again
with the saline threads of this life
of jealousy, your love and light gone

Lost, so lost in the mists of that guilt
Judas stomps the flayed tatters of spirit
the rhythm of his boots on the march,
to a strange world, to rude escape

The nights here dance on starred paths
and a heart ignites the days, framing
words, scenes, and stories that heal me
of the shame, dissolving the old sins

Integrity then found anew on the ground
where once we played in love and now
seeded to me in the son you left behind
the light of your spirit rejoices mine

© poem, Blaga Todorova and Jamie Dedes, 2011 all rights reserved.

Photo credit ~ Poster art for the film, which is copyrighted by Paramount,DreamWorks, or the graphic artist who designed it. It is used here under fair use.

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Summer Segue

“Summer Segue” is a co- write with Corina from Dragon’s Dreams, which I think is right on time because summer here is now gone. I completely enjoyed collaborating with Corina, thank you dear friend for the fun shared! And you, lovely readers, enjoy the poem! I am back from my little trip, expect my visits soon! Love & Peace …

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Summer Segue

When the leaves change their dresses for the Fall Masquerade,
to glide through the cool, blue Autumn air,
the last essence of bellflowers, the final breath of a sea tide,
disappear under the bullet-like drops of sapphire rain.

Summer sighs, in its languid, lover’s way,
preparing for a bed of waving, golden fields.
Picnic blankets, children’s giggles in the park fall under a spell,
logs and glares in the fire place, in every living room there is a piano that plays.

Apple boughs hang heavy, ready for the cider press,
while squirrels skitter to and from, frantically gathering shadow-tailed treasures.
A symphony that carries crisp dewy mornings,
honors the colors of stories hidden in the landscape.

Soon, we will shiver in shorts and sandals,
As jackets and sweaters gain fashion’s favor.
It’s time to save the last bubbles of blazing solstice
and welcome the dance of the crops in the meadows.

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"Summer fades away" by Lizzie Belle


© 2011  Broken Sparkles