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MY LOOK like an eagle and overflight ENJOY MY CITY '. (18/10/10)

caress my humble city and fertile

with my eyes almost light ..

light and soft as a feather of a phoenix ..

at once .. a sunny autumn day in lukewarm ..

my eye takes on a "face" of trust

paid to whitish walls of old and new homes

of my small provincial town belonging to a land

South lush in its natural beauty and surprising in its non-glacial forgiveness for those who betray for abandoning a place utopically most "promising" with dreams of "coal" to be implemented ..

a land fertile in its soil, colored olive trees, vineyards,

thousand trees fruit, flowers of various species .. but sterile 2opportunità "

for us" young "of a mind that wants to just forget about its people and its origins .. less strong and worthy of thought of a sore tooth ...

Lost in the clouds my eyes as a 'eagle flies over the hill in my town rich and poor ..

my eyes even reached the peak of a bell that seventeenth-century charmer in his silence echoes to anyone who admires the veiled and secret beauty of past centuries, surrounded by a nearly eternal peace to say the least ...

Surrounded by such great beauty of other times my eyes are smiling

carried away for latria brief moments the light of these walls without time ..

but alas all of a sudden down with my face toward the floor of my room

and so silence becomes my eye riots and apathetic in its static and stays there ... bent ...

observer facing in the silence of the cold marble slabs ...

a silence that accuses me of not being able to be so ..

is not true .. only because my silence is made of a myriad of disconnected words hidden in the light of day ..

but shouted to the world at nightfall

whenever I no longer feel the earth beneath my feet in the glacial thought

that someday this little corner of paradise that is my city ... betray me .. only because the upset and give up his heart broken by a thousand wonderful memories that I will probably soon forget almost nostalgic yearning not to die sooner or later .. I annebbierà soul and mind ... my utopia happy!

Jade

(I dedicate to my beloved city, which already begins to fail even though I can still almost every day breathe with the lungs of my soul ....!)