half of Rome is in midday motion
and you sit, perched on the rainy stones
with your mouth slightly open.
Everyone is flying with animation
psychedelic lights
tattooing their bare stomachs
and sun-burned hair.
Yet the summer's currents
bring us to a gifted
route, a narrow road
following a tunnel.....
blanketed in soft
murmurings of the
jovial people.
As if the world is moving outside,
giving their voices to us
but letting our eyes only
see the movements
we make with grace.
We close our eyelids
and the air touches us
in refrains
our bodies are still to-
only our heartbeats
are moving like strings
finding the right
chord
that flows in our hands.
Words are for those
moving with glee.....
Silence in music are for the
inseparable
couple that nestle to the ground
where the world sings for them
from a faint
but delicate reflection.
