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“We had never before been to Italy in May, and it is truly the most wonderful month. The Lucchese countryside is a riot of colour and scent. Every road, even the busy autostrada, is lined with brilliant red poppies, making the most mundane street look picturesque. The olive trees dotting the hills are covered with silvery green and the pale cream of new buds, while the grass is tall and soft, every patch threaded with wildflowers.”
― Louise Badger, Todo in Tuscany: The Dog at the Villa

“Today there's no one here,
so I find a rock and open my notebook
filled with letters to Lucca,
reading them,
noticing how the letters
decreased in frequency
over the past couple of months.

When i started,
shortly after he died,
I wrote them every day.
I hurt so bad, I wanted to scream,
but I couldn't,
so my words on the page
became a diary of the pain.”
― Lisa Schroeder, Chasing Brooklyn

“Lucca. Una ³¦¾±³Ù³Ùà che per calcolarne il perimetro moltiplichi pi greco per due pisciate”
― Wu Ming, UFO 78