Rome is not outside me, but inside me.. Her feverish sweetness, her tragic countryside, her own beauty and harmony, all these are mine, for my thought and my work.Quote by Amedeo Modigliani about country, harmony, beauty, thinking, work
Traces: In the morning I've seen on the streets Cracked traces of soles, Freshly printed in asphalt. Maybe my father has looked for me To takes me back In the countryside. World order RightWords translationQuote by Nicolae Esinencu about poetry, order, world