Italians stamped their ambience
on this older part of town -
ice-cream-coloured buildings
still evocative of distant shores
and Mediterranean design
survive in isolated pockets,
swelter, melting in the sun
this lazy Sunday afternoon,
when sex-workers are sleeping in,
grateful for the traffic's lull
after last night's constant
buzz and hum. Meanwhile,
at the gallery that lured me
from my comfort zone,
the sacred paintings from Tibet
have all been taken down.
Crestfallen, I step into
the Bella Donna, Ivory Street's
gelateria, vacant at siesta time -
reluctant to return home
empty-handed, leave with a gelato,
coral streaks of amareno
dripping from the cone…
Bella Donna
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2006
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To me the world around is nothing but a dream
I live in this ghost town sunk in this human stream
I wouldn't wish to care, for me it's crystal clear
Like castle in the air, it all may disappear
: )
Ильин Денис 24.10.2006 11:31 • Заявить о нарушении
I live in this ghost town sunk in this human stream
I wouldn't wish to care, for me it's crystal clear
Like castle in the air, it all may disappear
: )
Ильин Денис 24.10.2006 11:31 • Заявить о нарушении