Fair Sun, who with unchanging Beam
Rising another, and the same,
Canst from thy beamy Car unfold
The glorious Day,
Or hide it in thy setting Ray,
Of Light and Life immortal Source,
May'st Thou, in all thy radiant Course,
Nothing more great than seven-hill'd Rome behold.
I'm particularly fascinated by history, languages, writing systems and politics. But what I love most is Italy. «And woe to you who touch it, this Italy—an Italy which exists, however it may be shushed or laughed at or insulted. Woe to those who steal it from me; woe to those who invade it.» (Oriana Fallaci, The Rage and the Pride)