Over the past few
days I have spent my time in museums,
I bought Firenze card
for 50 euros, so I can see them.
Most of the museums
in Florence will not let you take photos,
So I wrote down notes
so I would know.
The Galleria Degli
Uffizi and some of the masterpieces of all times,
From 14th
century renaissance painters in their prime.
You can see art from
Rembrandt, Rubens , Goya, Leonardo,
Lippi, Montegna, Raffaelo
and Angelico.
It seems that each
artist of that time had to paint,
The assumption, cruxifiction or coronation of a
saint,
All started to look
the same, in the deep dark shades
And a change of pace
to see the pastels of another grade.
The beautiful
painting is Botticelli’s Birth of
Venus,
And it seems every
sculptor has to carve the naked man’s penis.
The Galleria Del
L’Accademia houses David, by Micelangelo
He stands at least 20
feet high and hovers over anyone who goes.
The Museo De Palazzio
Vecchio was the government center for seven centuries,
And now houses works
of Donatello and Michelangelo’s masterpieces.
The 50 foot ceilings
are painted elaborately with gold,
The frescos stand out
so bold.
As I wandered the
halls of Museo De San Marco’s monastery
I counted over fifty
cells, uniformed in size, they varied rarely.
Each had one room
entered by the wooden arched cell door
And a different
religious fresco on the wall, with a bare floor.
The spent most of
their lives painting or writing in that small room
And I couldn’t help
think how similar I’ve become, and I felt my doom.
I have lost or given
up everything I have owned,
To go on this quest
of complete unknown.
To trust whatever
happens to me, so that I may heal
And be clear of
distractions and write what I feel.
I talk very little,
like the vow of silence,
And flashbacks in my
life that makes me grimace.
I had some nightmares a few nights ago,
Of when I was younger, married and little did I know.
It is like describing another ones scene,
When I was married to a man that was ever so mean.
I was young and tried to be the perfect wife and mother,
But he threw me some money and slept with another.
When I tried to right what was wrong,
I had everything taken from me as if I did not belong.
I did not get the business or the house,
And, very little alimony for being the spouse.
I had custody of my children, but had to fight,
He did everything to destroy me, with all his might.
Taken from me were all the privileges and luxuries of being a Dr.’s
wife,
But worth it was, for peace of mind and to get back my life.
I always feel bad for my children who were young and did not
understand,
For their lives were affected when from their father, they were banned.
He married a woman who manipulates lies,
And did everything she could to sever his past ties.
The stories I could tell, would curl your ears,
But I have to remember that I have survived those years.
And, I awoke from my bad dreams of past remembrance,
To know my dreams should be present while I am in Florence.
I realized that I
have been to every church to see,
And I have made up
for all the missed masses in this century.
I can’t help but feel
the Church’s power and greed,
And see how they can
plant fear as the seed.
In the paintings
there is a contrast of cruelty and sainthood,
You were tortured by
priests if not you would
Confess your guilt to
a crime unknown
For the privilege of
a saintly death, you were shown.
As I walk the halls
of the echoing chapels
I feel anger toward
the papels.
For all the harm they
have done to people
And reaped the gold from
the land to build the steeples.
I was raised a
Catholic by my grandmother
For my mother was
excommunicated because of my father.
Not married in the
church, you see,
Was considered a
crime, a blasphemy.
To mass we went to
say the holy prayers,
But the nuns and
priests made you scared.
It was a summer when I was only ten years old.
And to my grandmother, this story I told:
It was during a Catechism swimming trip to the lake.
A priest came up behind me under water and started to rape.
I told her of my shame, horror and fright
But she sent me to confession that very night.
It was after that when I lost
all respect
For the holiness of the church and its affect.
When we moved away
the next year,
I tried to go to
church, but felt the anger and fear.
Somehow, being alone
is bringing to the surface top
Guilt feelings and
fears that are beginning to pop!
I have to remember
that I do hold a dear love for God and son,
And it is my personal
relationship with them, above everyone.
I don’t feel as
comfortable in a church dwelling
As I do in a garden,
while flowers I am smelling.
That is when I feel
the love and power of creation,
When my body vibrates
with a wiser sensation.
Walking up the steps
of the Medici home,
I feel so small and
all alone.
It snowed today,
which is quite rare,
So you couldn’t walk
out into the gardens fair.
I looked out and took
a photo from the Medici window
And thought of a
young woman doing the same, centuries ago.
The wealth, greed and
power was so vast,
To the common man’s
life, it was a contrast.
You have furniture,
jewelry and walls of gold,
Too many to count,
too many to hold.
That are all part of
the rich family’s life,
Money to commission a
painting of your wife.
In one room a
painting covered the entire wall
Of lords and pirates
fighting , it was over 50 feet tall.
I looked closer at
one pirate, and it was Johhny Depp
He has been preserved
for years, a secret well-kept!
Walking the streets
back to the hotel, so many designer stores,
So much money to
spend, but the rich now have credit
cards galore.
I still am fascinated
more by archeology sites and grounds
And seeing the relics
from BC that were found.
I saw in a glass case
an Etruscan button hook from before
And it was exactly
like mine on the coat I wore.
Another thing I have never seen in my life
Were a pair of Egyptian socks with stripes.
I passed by the
City’s oldest building, the Galileo exhibit
Not knowing what to
expect when I went inside to visit.
I would say by far it
is the best display
Of the most brilliant
minds of our day.
It houses the
original instruments of Galileo & Newton,
Of scientists,
physicists, mathematicians, and then some.
Telescopes, clocks,
navigational devices
Gravitation,
combustion and body splices.
The body parts were
of mother and child during various birth stages,
And, I recall stories
of scientists killing pregnant prostitutes in cages.
All for the name of
science and research,
They were killed and
preserved at the point of birth.
And yet, this is a
house of every science invention
Of every genius’
brilliant mind’s creation.
Websites of the day:
Museo Di Palazzo Vecchio: www.museicivicfiorentini.it/palazzovecchio
Galleria Degli Uffizi: www.polomuseale.firenze.it/musei/uffizi
Galleria Del L’Accademia:
www.polomuseale.firenze.it/musei/accademia
Museo Di Palazzo Vecchio:
www.museicivicifiorentini.it/palazzovcecchio
Museo Di San Marco: www.polomuseale.firenze.it/musei/sanmarco
Galleria D’Arte Moderna:
www.polomuseale.firenze.it/musei/artemoderna
Galleria Del Costume:
www.polomuseale.firenze.it/musei/costume
Museo Giardino Di Boboli: www.polomuseale.firenze.it/musei/boboli
Area E Museo Civico Archeologio: www. museidifiesole.it
Museo Galileo: www.museogalileo.it
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