Day Seven & Thursday Doors 7/4/22: Villa di Radi 2.

This is the last door post from the open-door day last May when I visited three properties south of Siena in Tuscany.

But first, two images and a poem. The first was shared today by a dear friend with this quote:

When a great moment knocks on the door of your life, it is often no louder than the beating of your heart, and it is very easy to miss it.

Boris Pasternak

Thank you, Lyona! Hard to miss your heart knocking!

And now to the daily poem which completes the first week of April. Entertained? You’ll get three more…

Prompt 7:  “Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that argues against, or somehow questions, a proverb or saying.” 

This is something I saw just before starting my poem, by photographer Mostafa Heravi. Nothing to do with doors but it surely got me thinking.

روز زن مبارك!
Happy women’s day!🙏👍🏻✌️ pic.twitter.com/zbIZxegBUP

— mostafa heravi (@mostafaheravi) March 8, 2020

When one door shuts, another opens

This is what they say.
Maybe this is the problem.

You cannot simply get a new

planet
	plant
		plan

carat
	car
		kart

dress
	dance
		door.

When your one door shuts, 
this is the end.

The train stops there.
The door shuts there.
Think before you slam.

Lucky those with many doors who can leave them open or closed at will. Italy is one such.

Last week we reached Radi and walked to its castle which is now a villa available for events or holidays. Today we step outside, mingle among the lemons and arches, and then enter the part which has been refurbished during the pandemic. Nothing if not nice.

After the tour I stopped at the bar from the previous post for some tea and cake and had it in the hot sun. It felt good. When I reached my lonely car, I noticed a garage door partially open and swallows zooming in and out loudly. Their nest must have been inside. They leave the door open for the swallows. How nice.

One more thing and a fair warning: I wrote another poem today, about Luka Dončić, the Slovenian basketball player for Dallas Mavericks who last night got their 50th win of the season. Playoffs start soon. If one of the remaining poetry prompts this April gets to mention our role-models, or victory and sport of any kind, I’m posting it, even though it won’t be written on the day in question. It’s good, you’ll see.

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  We entered the garden through here.

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  Quite astonishing.

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  It’s not really a garden, just grass with potted plants.

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  This tree is not in a pot.

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  I say…

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  Another look at the entrance.

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  An arch, a can, and crowns?

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  Strictly masks. This part has been refurbished.

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  Again: I say… If this were my view, I’d never rent it out.

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  New colouring.

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  The look out.

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  Let’s have a party!

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  Ancestors.

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  A secret door.

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  I love this frame.

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  My favourite door. In a parallel reality my villa has doors like this one.

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  Leaving here. Bye, castle.

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  The walk back to the main road.

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  The garage with the nest. Swallows kept zooming in and out.

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  The last door of the day and my lonely car.

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  The last photo of the day: The male passed swiftly before her. She seemed to be huffing and a bit annoyed.

For Thursday Doors challenge hosted by Dan at No Facilities

The last day in my NaPoWriMo history

2018: The vulnerable won’t help

Victims need not blame
swimmers cannot ski
the blind refuse to talk
the living are dead yet.

Happy are those who choose it
the strong are waiting to break
multitudes suck you in
the vulnerable won’t help.

(Visit this post to see What I am.)

2019: Gifting

My job?
I like to leave
art to artists,
poems to poets,  
shots to photographers
and doors to everybody

just as some leave
stones for the takers.  

Gifting is  
giving to yourself
as much as to others,
and lucky us who can. 

Read all.

2020: Talk to a Swede

It was four years ago,
and the news was brief:
the number +46 771 793 336
and the invitation
“Get connected to a random Swede
and talk about anything”.

Swedish Tourist Association is precise.
In 79 days they got 197678 calls
that lasted 367 days in total.
The calls were from 190 countries,
the most from the USA,
the last from Australia. 

Read on.

2021: Fib tango

What
a
lesson.
Serves me right.
Expectations fail.
Now how can I be so hopeful?

This day in my blogging history

• 2014: It takes a lot to laugh, it takes a train to cry. —Bob Dylan

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  2014: The picture of home that amore sent me before I arrived. I taped it to my ex kitchen wall to look at and wait.

• 2014: It was a good day. A song (half) in Neapolitan dialect.

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  2014: Which tower? In Pisa we were what the graffiti says.

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  2014: Made with love by www.ursanina.si (She is a friend.)

• 2015: If you hit a wrong note, it’s the next note that you play that determines if it’s good or bad. —Miles Davis

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  2016: Thursday Doors from Niki de Saint Phalle’s Tarot Garden