Era sbocciata la rosa alla luce del mattino, così rossa di tenero sangue che la rugiada si scostava; così accesa sullo stelo che la brezza si bruciava. E che alta! E come splende! Era tutta sbocciata! (Federico García Lorca) The rose had blossomed in the morning light, so red with tender blood that the dew was moving away; so lit on the stem that the breeze was burning. And how high! And how it shines! It had all blossomed! (Federico García Lorca)❤️☮️#pieropelosphoto #canon #rose #roses #rosetodisangiovanni #trieste #triestesocial #garden #flowers #may #spring #peace&love https://www.instagram.com/p/Cd5qpussxmx/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=