D’azzurro il cielo si fa vanto
su questa terra dove il sole
il profumo dei limoni nel vento spande
e gli occhi colma
coi fichi d’india a picco sopra il mare.
L’odore dell’origano nel mentre
a mazzi scende giù dalle credenze
indelebile is the imprint on the ancient
caress that becomes more and more. Scorching hot
is the scarlet geraniums on the balconies
contrast with the green fan
dancers who like to air your hands. The rainbow
lively show you
in earthenware vases
as basil and mint smell
delight of those who turn around.
Caliente is my land and sea
old days that run parallel on the emptiness of meaning
sull'adesso silent reflection.
tiziana Mignosa
July two thousand and
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