Trieste
I'm bartering
moments to remember, and the distant
way I fall by the wayside.
A charade of alleys and lanes
, streams
windy, furrows in this Brada
clod of Karst
abandoned shed
the sky of the Adriatic, its myths clouds
the sea and the mirror
in an embrace of erratic rocks
is Trieste.
Trieste:
any old thing, a lump of cubic
forgotten in a drawer
childhood, colorful ....
is held close to the breast
all, Trieste, or at least
not yield easily.
Anxiety
wives cheating in his
of houses and inns, doors gaping
ready to unveil a jungle
bourgeois. In its churches
Please
as Babel, and always feels
change the wind.
It is for the Bora, in fact
scramble to the roofs
game
or when lens foggy dawns
shaved
linger on the threshold of the port ....
Feels sometimes a bell
to death.
always distant and timid
though. Why Trieste every pain
infiltrates and hides
sinks and sunken
as every river around
s'impaluda ground
and not visible. This
knows Istria
white and innocent, naked, empty
like a wrecked ship in the harbor
only the bridge and the bridge, a cetacean
shining
from the heart of bones,
a spearhead.
Only the cypress marks
some tomb:
enough to have fallen short of space,
a garden, a rosary of stone
short of a cobbled path
shadow 's a thought. Muta
any breach of walls
awake, drowsy,
the fair of San Marco. There is no agony
oldest
of that sleeping under
clumps of rosemary.
resurfaces, sometimes
just like a child
persos to play in the courtyards.
But not only this
that brings me to you, Trieste
lady piers
youth you cherish.
and fury
that Mexico has paid the walls
Miramare. That singular event
king who sends
to die and men
dancing, drunk with life
and victory.
is this insatiable sea
experiences, cheerful despite
misfortune and gracefully
flirts with the sky and rinse
feet in San Giusto.
And also I just feel like I
water
home, here
tastefully
-only my wife notices it - and sees
ridermi eyes
if delay to attend
Madame Trieste.
If she does not harbor jealousy
is because he knows that I am happy to live
this city, at least for a short stretch of life
like a cat Via
that among the cantons is king
and fears nothing because
is sundial itself.
here some shots from those related to Trieste, a city still elegant and beautiful.
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