Lorenz

The south

It\'s  the south ,memory  of sleeping  kingdoms

pyramides like peaks  rising up  to  the gods .

south , with sandy skies and caravans following the star.

A lost aviator  meets  the  little  prince

and brilliant constellation shows the way to kings ,

there\'s a desert in the migrant\'s  dream .

Lands of thirst ,silence ,and  faith .

 Death deals  with  wise tree.

Long procession of black-clad  brides ,accompanying...

Solitary stone  of fate fallen from the angel\'s hand,

gateway to hell or garden of eden ,

   Infidels  eaten  of plague ...

    To each their own .

It\'s the south ,mother of wars  and conquests .

   To each their  destiny  and  acceptation ,

 wind blowing  in the same direction .

  I contemplate you, violent  orient !

  Spicy scent in the glowing dawn ,incandescence,

girls opulent curves pulsate like fragile oases ,

  evanescent jasmine ...

South of sublime cities, that bathes the sea 

of triomphant empires ! 

  Dazzled barbarian drapped in caesar\'s toga,

  seized by the greek word\'s  musical 

and the perfect chiselling of latin phrasing...

Via veneto ,Pier Paolo enjoying an espresso ,

on Ostia beach ,waves licking 

a cadaver\'s poetic languor ...

In the jostle of your tagged walls, 

   tempo di roma , bunga-bunga 

and  shameless modernity of naked creatures,

as the south of the old soul, slowly disolves...