\'\' Milano centrale \'\' is a cockleshell
moored west of Bucharest .
Perhaps a titanic saluting
the statue of liberty .
At \'\'Pizzeria da Sofia \'\'
I wash dishes with a chinese guy .
We are entitled to leftover love
and Napolitean pop ...
When I have free time ,
I go to \'\'Piazza centrale \'\'
to pretend ...
I watch the girls go by
with hurried glance .
curvaceous trends ...
Here life, consists of repeating
\'\' Ciao amore \'\' like the mantra
of a lucid dream ...
I like Africans with beautiful teeth
selling amulets ...
Curse incarnate ?
On the platform,the subway,
slams the door on your face
without worrying about whether
you want to visit a hell
Which is probably better...
Berlusconi comforts you from paradise
and says :
\'\' At christmas Milan has a good heart ! \'\'
Messianic mess ...
\'\' Ciao amore ! \'\'
on the benches in \'\'Parco centrale \'\'
There are some kind grampis
who smile like kids ...
Italians are good people !
the elders speak softly
with broken melodies
in their memories...
Ibiza and La palma
are not their hello sunshine !
They spend their afterlife vacations
at the \" Cimitero centrale \'\'...
In the evening I go back
to \'\'Pizzeria da Sofia \'\'
to rinse the glasses of bitter confidences...
\'\' O sole mio \'\' Sings Caruso ...
Incantation ?
One day,the chinese guy
will be the boss of the pizzeria
which will be called the \" Shangai \'\'.
I would weight anchor to Dubai .
On the pier,at sunset ,
after the muezzin\'s call ,
I\'ll order a pizza .
And princess shaharazad
will look at me
with her gazelle\'s eyes
barely veiled ...
\'\' There will be no more shadows
nor loneliness ...
In the monotonous gray ,
where we will finaly break
the kiss of silence ...\'\'
Ciao amore .
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