Ponte Pietra across the Adige River in Verona (Italy)

I’d like to sing of Verona, at some point
in the night, when the moon rises:
when the woods that sleep but seem to run
in the dreams of boats following their fortune
behind the waters of the Adige, which goes
seeking for countries and cities…
And when all the whisper is over
mirror it down in the Adige, from the bridges,
and fix it myself, wall by wall,
strong in the circle of the mountains…

Berto Barbarini

Brooklyn Bridge between Manhattan and Brooklyn in New York (United States)

“New York is an ugly city, a dirty city. Its climate is a scandal, its politics are used to frighten children, its traffic is madness, its competition is murderous.
But there is one thing about it - once you have lived in New York and it has become your home, no place else is good enough.” 

John Steinbeck

Ponte della Gula over the Mastallone creek near Ravallo, Piedmont (Italy) in a photomontage

  “Dall'acqua alfin corrosa, la rocciosa
montagna fendesi. Nella gula vetusta
ancor più angusta la valle striscia.
Giù, giù, quasi nascoso e fragoroso,
via corre limpido ridendo 'l fiumicello
in qualche bello specchio perlaceo.
Su, tra gl'opposti monti, due gravi ponti
s'inarcan penduli: l'un, né ricordi assorto,
sospira 'l morto passato e tacesi;
L'altro operoso addita l'alacre vita
de' novi secoli.”

Pietro Strigini, italian poet,

about the Ponte della Gula