Rome

I'm laying in the dried yellow grass,
Gazing upwards, to dear Roman heaven,
It had been waiting me for many years,
Attracted, drove, recalled, kept me attached.

The cradle of nations, centre of the world,
Creator of the law and sober justice,
Artist at present - warrior in the past,
Rome, you are great, you were, you are, you will be.

In all those places, known since the birth,
I've been, I've seen, I've taken many pictures.
Some briefly, on-the-fly - I do regret,
I did my best to grasp the very major.

The Forum, Spagna, Vatican, St Paul,
St Peter, Colosseum, Capitolii,
Trevi fountains and Villa de Borgese
And lots and lots of helpful cappuccino.

I've seen so much, I've done here quite a lot,
My cherish'd dream has finally fulfilled.
And is being finishing its final day
Again under the walls of Colosseum.

And I am laying on the Roman grass,
I see the grandiosity of ruins
I am trying hard to memorise their look,
To keep it firm and to preserve forever.

It'll never be forgotten in my mind,
The precious millions of amazing wonders,
And when I see again the round Moon,
I'll think of Rome - as now, as at present.