Do You know
what Brexit is?

When I'm about to check-in
It seems to be some fun to wonder
Will we let you back in?

I've lost my accent
to the rainy days of summer here
Grown paler in the slanted rays of sunlight
I've cried
And slept
And loved on a double decker bus

But all you think -
You say:

You know,
England is my home
Ha! How small, this world!

Then, at the passport control,
If you ask me
'where'd'you go?'
I'll reply:
I'm going to yours.

On the crusty darkness of the earth
Città notturne  
come Lava incandescente

Bursting bubbles
With life and movement
as still as the flames of a far away fire

Blink with your left eye
And fasten your seatbelt

E non innervosire
Alle ginocchia nella schiena*
You'll be there
soon enough.

That wave
in Catalonia
That almost touches your toes

You don't need anything else
Or anything at all

Sweet Maya
the house in Median road
is shedding tears for your departure
Flying fridge doors
whimper
and refuse
to be fixed.

I’ll miss you
and your running fairy lights.