reddirtlattes/ September 25, 2011

I am in love. Italy is now mine. It took a dark, edgy city to pull me in, and sink me. Naples is deep. It’s dirty. It’s sexy. It’s everything you think of when you think of Pacino, Deniro, men in dark suits whispering in corners. Sure, there is the Corso lined with expensive boutiques and monuments of stunning beauty,

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One–the place of silence

reddirtlattes/ September 15, 2011

I can’t seem to catch my breath; I collapse at night. While never exactly remembering sleeping before, the experience has always been tangible, as if I could reach backwards into the night just past and almost touch the place I had been. Now I fall into darkness and morning rushes towards me with no understanding of the in-between, of where

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Ah, Roma

reddirtlattes/ September 9, 2011

Where else in the world can you land that you are greeted into a city by two youths biting each other’s tongues, practically falling onto the conveyor belt with passion, while waiting for your baggage? Two young lovers that couldn’t have known our bags actually would not come, so had they not been there my eyes would have searched endlessly

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