Check out my Etsy Store

Shop my original artwork at my store, ViaFiorentina, on Etsy.com!

Here are a few things currently up for sale.  More to come!

Big Ben original print

Eiffel Tower original print

Leaning Tower of Pisa original print

Federer

So gentlemanly.  So handsome.  So classy.

And a great dresser, might I add...

St. Patrick's Day

Here comes the cold
Break out the winter clothes
And find a love to call your own
You - enter you
Your cheeks a shade of pink
And the rest of you in powder blue

Who knows what will be
But I'll make you this guarantee

No way November will see our goodbye
When it comes to December it's obvious why
No one wants to be alone at Christmas time

In the dark, on the phone
You tell me the names of your brothers
And your favorite colors
I'm learning you
And when it snows again
We'll take a walk outside
And search the sky
Like children do
I'll say to you

No way November will see our goodbye
When it comes to December it's obvious why
No one wants to be alone at Christmas time
And come January we're frozen inside
Making new resolutions a hundred times
February, won't you be my valentine?

And we'll both be safe 'til St. Patrick's Day

We should take a ride tonight around the town
and look around at all the beautiful houses
something in the way that blue lights on a black night
can make you feel more
everybody, it seems to me, just wants to be
just like you and me

No one wants to be alone at Christmas time
Come January we're frozen inside
Making new resolutions a hundred times
February, won't you be my valentine?

And if our always is all that we gave
And we someday take that away
I'll be alright if it was just 'til St. Patrick's Day

Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments.  Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds, 
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark, 
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, 
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
     If this be error and upon me proved, 
     I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

-William Shakespeare

Happy Weekend

I've been listening to this beautiful song lately and can't seem to get it out of my head.

Such a talented artist!  Bianca's songs are available for purchase here, here, and on iTunes.

Have a beautiful fall weekend!

"I called because
I just need 
to feel you on the line..."


-"Split Screen Sadness" John Mayer

Italy vs Europe