by Flavia Brilli 'What country, friends, is this?' ' Twelfth Night' , Shakespeare. In Shakespeare's   ...

"I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, 'This is what it is to be happy....

'Am I in paradise or on the moon?' George Bernard Shaw Aloof and proud, head in clouds, its sloping,  rugged  shoulders ...

In early summer, the bay is a glittering benign jewel; its karst mountains verdant green and fertile plunging into emerald and sapphir...

Reflections WHERE do you keep the secrets, Mirror, That drop like petals on your bosom And drift away in silence? Flo...