Tuesday, May 14, 2013

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What would you say if I introduced you into a world
of colors and flavors straight from the past …..?







Would you like to stroll among the walls of a fortified town
located on a rock?







Would you like to smell the fragrance of flowers growing  there?
















to wander among the ruins of houses and cisterns of the acropolis?











 to learn age-old secrets ?




to taste an authentic way of life ,








to feel the sea breeze on your face and see the Mediterranean at your feet ?










There is an enchanting land called Monemvasia.
Have you ever heard of it before?

It’s  a little town  located on a small peninsula off the east coast of the Peloponnese.It was the site of a powerful medieval fortress which fortunately  has managed to preserve the traces of its history . 
In fact, the town walls and many Byzantine churches remain from the medieval period .
The rock was governed by Byzantines, Venetians and Ottomans. 
The town was liberated  on 1821 during the Greek War of Independence.


This time, we discovered a unique hotel not inside the walls but a little farther.


a 5 star hotel...
"secluded in the property's astonishing and verdant private ground, the Kinsterna Hotel & Spa offers its visitors flawless hospitality with a strong focus on romance, wellness and authenticity"






















Culture is beauty, beauty is culture
and this is the dream of a lifetime...






I’m finishing with a little tribute to a great Greek poet originated from Monemvasia, Giannis Ritsos. 
Unfortunately the translation of this poem dedicated to his daughter is only in Italian.
Music: Evanthia Reboutsika
I wish you all a glorious week and
I thank you so much for visiting this little blogspace which
I hope navigates you into nice virtual experiences.
O





Versione italiana di Gian Piero Testa
STELLA MATTUTINA
Bambina mia,
voglio portarti
i lampioncini dei gigli
a brillare sul tuo sonno.
Dormi bambina.
E' lunga la strada.
Bisogna che tu cresca.
E' lunga
lunga
lunga la strada.
La mia bambina si è addormentata
e io canto...
Sono cose difficili, bambina,
all'inizio.
Che cosa dire, non lo sai.
Sono cose difficili all'inizio.
Poiché non si tratta, bambina,
di scoprire soltanto
quello che sei,
quello che sei diventata.
E' che devi diventare
quello che richiede
la felicità del mondo,
è che devi fare, bambina,
la felicità del mondo.
Non c'è gioia più grande
della gioia che si dona.
Ricordatelo, bambina.

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