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...