'' 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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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 7th, 2025 10:53
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Comments4
enjoyed this immensely
Grazie amico bello !
most welcome friend
This sings and rings it has charm and an old world feel. By old world I mean the atmosphere and the home like feel of the familiar. But at the same time it says good bye to all this in a recognition that the world has changed and the need for acceptance. Lovely
I don't know what we'll be eating at ''Pizzeria da shangai '' in 2040 ...
Sweet and sour stromboli?
Risotto milanese spring rolls !
A bittersweet poem — the magnificence of melancholy and irony.
Wordless song of weary Italy...
Che bella poesia! Mi ricorda Milano!
Conosci la famosa pizzeria Sellerio-Calvi via Moscova ?
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