Italy

Memories

It is one of those sad and desolate days.
On the table, the photos of stories now passed away.
I do not want to look elsewhere,
while it's still raining outside.
Thoughts overlap in the mind
that does not want to do anything.
I approach the window ..
to get out does not cross my mind.
It is nice to look outside.
A gym of colors can be glimpsed.
In the puddle, a rainbow,
Suddenly my heart is serene again.
It is nice to see how one could travel
while still observing.
A memory of you my sweet Italy,
With your culture and beauty.
I am now, there, in the countryside.
With flowers, trees and mountain air.
In my childhood home, hopping,
smiling between the waters of a stream.
Unconcerned about dirty and wet clothes,
Those were carefree days.
True we are afar but bonded of our strong sense of belonging: it makes us proud and selfless.