Notes About The Poem
This is a joyous poem about Italy, the museum for the world on holiday! Enjoy yourselves there!
Fun Games With Masks
Among the paintings,
Mysteries resonate.
Under the moon,
Paths vanish.
Our joy is carefree,
With masks that conceal our destinies.
Italy creates dreams within the heart;
Many people return every year.
I would like to take a journey to Turin,
Because Turin seems marvelous!
A beautiful country, a museum for the world!
With me, I will carry my mask.
How wonderful it is to wear a mask
Painted with a sweet red heart!
It leads me toward a new world.
I know this will be a joyful year.
My friend, you are marvelous!
Now I want to escape Turin.
There are happy spirits in Venice.
We must remove the mask.
Thieves will not be glorious.
But we guard a great heart.
We must remain here for a year.
I adore this incredible love!
I love your radiant heart.
Our love is marvelous.
Do you agree that it is magical?
Are you willing to dream of the world?
I truly believe the Earth has a heart,
And all its roads lead to Rome.
You must remove your mask.
Your imagination is not far away.
The cubes seem spectacular.
With them, a gray painting is born.
Let us meet in Rome, with all the world.
We are hidden in the shadows of Rome.
The rain purifies your spirit.
I would like to take a journey to Milan,
Because Italy creates dreams within the heart!
Among hearts, mysteries resonate.
Under the moon,
The paths fade away.
Our joy is free of worries,
With our masks that hide our desires.
Among the paintings, mysteries resonate.
The rain purifies your heart.
Under the moon, the paths appear.
Our joy is carefree
With the painted masks that express our happiness!
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