sing me an aubade at beginning of aurora serene and mellifluous it's like a reverie, a felicity
you soliloquize, so calm that it could be psithurism I hear the beating of your heart, like the sound of a watch enwrapped in cotton
a summer's zephyr opens the balcony windows, so gently dust particles are dancing in the morning light and are slowly falling on the white bedding sheets do you smell the scent of our neighbor's citrus trees? 2 hours by car is Venice and I invite you to stay in the enchanted and narrow alleys with me
When I disappear everything seems calm but it’s an apparent calm! You believe I'm dead that you've lost me forever .. but if you look beyond appearance, you would see an angel in the night cries black tears and refines the technique, sharpen the knife to stick it on your head. Don’t worry that then the other me so much he will come and bring you a flower on your grave and still changing soul, moving away he will turn laughing pleased with the crime he committed because infusion will have returned to you the evil you did in it!
Quando sparisco ti sembra tutto calmo ma è una calma apparente! Tu credi io sia morta che mi hai persa per sempre.. ma se guardassi oltre l’apparenza, vedresti un angelo che nella notte piange lacrime nere e raffina la tecnica, affila il coltello per conficcartelo in testa. Non preoccuparti che poi tanto l’altra me verrà a portarti un fiore sulla tua tomba e cambiando ancora anima, allontandosi si volterà ridendo compiaciuta del delitto che ha commesso perchè infondo ti avrá restituito addosso il male che tu le hai fatto dentro!
I have fallen in love With the air, the trees The thinly paved and often cracked roads And even moreso with those covered in cobblestone. I have fallen in love with the tanned locals Old shopkeepers with hats and bifocals Their calling voices The natural movement of their hands The cool sea water And hot white sands. I have fallen in love with espresso And how it feels in my throat The smell of leather Taste of gelato Harbours full of fishing boats The sound of a vintage vespa Weaving its way through a crowd The arguing couple, arguing loud And this is a country of which to be proud. I have fallen in love with the architecture The vast and complex history The more I learn the more I admit is a mystery. I have fallen in love with the way the sun shines brighter The air is fresher And the fruit is sweeter The men are bolder And the books are cheaper. I have fallen in love with the words they say And how those words effortlessly roll off their tongues I breathe in their culture And try to hold it in my lungs. Pizza, pesto, cute cafes Absence of anxiety, holidays The tourists who view it all through a camera lense Adventure begins and tension ends. I have fallen in love with it all Every flower Every hue All those pairs of knock-off sunglasses I love them too. Every cloud Every ray of sunshine Every drop of ***** riverwater Every painted line Every brick Of every church On all those hills In all those tiny towns That populate the green countryside And every visionary who in them has lived and died I love But most of all I have fallen in love with the version of me That comes out when I am in Italy