ciao amore

'' 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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