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The magic of Burano


A mirage of an hour, a day... ©copyright2014owpp

A mirage of an hour, a day…
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It is hard to sustain enthusiasm when speaking of Burano
A flood of memories inundate everyday realities…
Preferring to fly back in time & resuscitate the
Mirage of a second, an hour or a day rather
Than seeing our rainbows after the storm or
Lift our gaze to the stars in our skies…

P.S
You gather from these few lines the wonderful time we had in Burano a while back, a village of fishermen & laces, which was enhanced by the encounter of a renowned painted Carlo Memo that inspired me to describe this unique day through poetry.
You can check it here https://oawritingspoemspaintings.wordpress.com/2013/06/24/burano-carlo-memo-memories-of-an-encounter-24-6-2013/
and here https://oawritingspoemspaintings.wordpress.com/2013/01/01/burano-2013-french-poem-with-english-translation/
and another one on Venice & its dream… https://oawritingspoemspaintings.wordpress.com/2013/01/01/venice-2013-french-poem-with-english-translation-inauguration-of-year-2013/

Courtesy of Wikipedia
Burano is an island in the Venetian Lagoon, northern Italy; like Venice itself, it could more correctly be called an archipelago of four islands linked by bridges. It is situated near Torcello at the northern end of the Lagoon, and is known for its lacework and brightly coloured homes.

Burano's charm ©copyright2014owpp

Burano’s charm
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Dream of a day ©copyright2014owpp

Dream of a day
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Living life to its fullest! ©copyright2014owpp

Living life to its fullest!
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MY Venice


Venice the beautiful! ©copyright2014owpp

Venice the beautiful!
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This photo is special to me.

It’s the less traveled “streets” of Venice.
The ones you can stop by and absorb the
Depth, its color, shadows and reflections…
In short all it has to offer to the knowing eye
The one who has already witnessed the Venice of
Sequins and glitter… curious of its authenticity
Thirsty for its poetic form shrouded in dreamy
quality.

Seeking solace in its troglodyte spots.

P.s
I am going to have to take time off for my family.
Exams are approaching & I need to be there & offer my support
we then go into summer holidays.
My apologies but I will be back hopefully with a whole bunch
of summer light in my photography 🙂

Andrea Bocelli “Vivere Live in Tuscany” HD720p (Modified) Lajatico, Italy 2007


For those who have followed me from the start know that I’m a big fan of Italy, its language, its culture and who could be a better ambassador for its country than Andrea Bocelli.
I just had a most memorable hour thirty two minutes which transported me to a magical Tuscany warm summer evening…
I don’t usually post long videos so as to save space but this called for an infringement to the rule 🙂

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Published on 3 Jan 2014
One of his finest concerts.Modified and edited by Al Gramm, Boynton Beach, FL
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Burano, Venice ( follow up of poem on Burano )


As a follow up of the poem I published yesterday I’m posting you this
video on you tube which does justice to the beauty of the place.

Enjoy it!

Burano 2013 ( French Poem with English translation )


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Carlo Memo ©copyright2013owpp

Carlo Memo
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This poem is the result of having the privilege to meet this amazing talent and renowned
Painter Carlo Memo while visiting his small village in Burano.

Burano
——–

Burano
Small village
Miniature
Of laces
And fishermen
Of bright sun
And vibrant colors

You locked away
Your best
Hidden secret
Your painter
Your genius
His talent
——-

Our visit
This new acquaintance
This world
Barely scratched
The flash of a passion
For art
In its pure and raw state

Burano, village
Miniature
Of giant talent
Your secret
Is hidden
No more

_________

Burano
——

Burano
Petit village
Miniature
De dentelles
Et pêcheurs
De soleil vif
Et couleurs éclatantes

Tu enfermes
Ton meilleur
Secret caché
Ton peintre
Ton génie
Son talent
——

Notre visite
Cette nouvelle connaissance
Ce monde
A peine effleuré
L’éclair d’une passion
Pour l’art
A l’état pur et brut

Burano, village
Miniature
Au talent gigantesque
Ton secret
N’est plus
Caché

Venice 2013 ( French poem with English translation ) Inauguration of year 2013!


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This poem was created soon after the count down hence the ” opening of… ” title
and is a result of a few summer days in a world full of dream and fantasy.
We had an amazing apartment-guide service from someone called Massimo Levis,
His references are,
massimolevis@gmail.com

Happy, healthy and serene new year!

Venice
———

Venice the beautiful
You sell dream by the load

The world envies you
Their imitation such pale
Reproduction!

The language that sings
“ Permesso “ in a quivering note

The Tabacchi, the stamps,
The postcards, sent hastily
To share, those seconds

Counted, this marvel.
This town so beautiful

That sells dream,
By the load

___________

Venise
——–

Venise la belle
Tu vends du rêve à la pelle

Le monde te jalouse
Leurs imitations si pâle
Reproduction !

La langue qui chante
« Permesso « en note frémissante

Les Tabacchi , les timbres,
Les cartes postales, envoyé à la hâte
Pour partager, ces secondes

Compté, cette merveille.
Cette ville si belle

Qui vend du rêve,
A la pelle