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Written By: D. Collins 5/17/18
Pro football comes on at 10:00 in the morning.
Game two starts at 1 in California.
Then, around 4 head out to Venice Beach.
To feel the sunset and sand under your feet.
You can bask in the sun for several hours.
Then. take PCH north towards Big Sur waters.
You'll see mountains and cliffs like you've never seen.
A drop-off to the ocean that'll make a grown man scream.
Then, you come around this curve, and there's Malibu.
Where the lines in the street are all spiffy and new.
You can roll up the coast, and peep Alcatraz.
Across the "Golden Gate" is where "Warriors" kick ass.
It ain't even a trip without the Redwood Trees.
Towering figures that cause us to live and breathe.
I've had the road trip, and I know what's there.
California's seduction is like a lion's lair.
A bon vivant lyfestyle
of the Bohemians de Paris,
has always saddened and deluded me...
by seeing it in someone's happy smile.
Mademoiselles and jeunne hommes,
exchanging artistic and poetical ideas
at the Cafe' de Flore, or at the Les Deux Magots...
with coffee aroma on their breaths.
Living in legendary and vibrant Hollywood
is an honor to be seen with the admired and respected wealthy;
and whoever struggles, can't keep up with any of them...
whose only desire is the glitter of money.
And steadily dreaming of a bon vivant lifestyle with an aloft
imagination, I let this want often disrupt my peaceful sleep...
not being able to accumulate, quickly enough,
fortunes and stand on that pedestal of greed.
So snap out of fantasy and don't peruse into La Dolce Vita
of Hollywood! Stay away from those extravagant fashion shows!
And at the Cannes, Capri or Venice Film Festival, avoid contact with movie stars,
stare at them from far...they are as contagious as influenza.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
How could you get yourself in such a predicament, Antonio?
So many times before, you had to bail out your friend Bassanio.
He has shown himself to be profligatory and irresponsible.
This time, Bassanio asks for a three thousand ducat principal.
Bassanio goes to Shylock, the Jewish money lender.
There is an unusual loan condition Shylock would render:
He gets a pound of Antonio's flesh if he is not paid back on time.
Even back in those days, didn't that seem like a crime?
I'm not going to spoil it for you by telling how it ends.
I will just say that it is always good to have influential friends.
Based on the play "The Merchant of Venice" by William Shakespeare
Spellbound by the shimmering moonlight by the silent lagoon,
the oldest witness to every lover's secrets in enchanted Venice,
whispering soft words, afraid of being stolen by that stranger
who could be a wanderer or an intruder...
the dry leaves, beneath the drooping pine trees,
will crackle if he attempts to hear them too soon!
Moments lived into a silver night,
when the narrow streets are empty and dark
and the gondolas rest at the quite docks,
are as magical as the warm glow in these cheerful eyes;
and if our hands seem so frantic,
our quick thougths may be less romantic!
Following the trail of the ascending moon,
how loneliness is detected in her glance...
if we stare at her melancholic face!
And should we bring her a little comfort
by singing her the tune of a lovely song,
but how long will her presence loom?
Moments lived into a silver night...
are wonderfully remembered through a lifetime,
even more than that one unforgettable kiss...
while the gondolier rows the gondola through the canals
of a city that still withstands the fury of tides;
will another city be as beautiful as this?
We'll die before Venice will completely
disappear into the Adriatic Sea...
so let's cherish these moments of ecstasy,
and leave something to remember us by;
I'll write the words and the melody,
and you will sing it to her sweetly!
Moments lived into a silver night...
linger among these strong and old walls of Venice:
where the legendary Marco Polo slept,
where ordinary and famous people wept;
fall asleep on my chest and feel the sea-breeze,
by morning we'll be awaked by a brilliant light!
Let me take you to Venice
passing through the canals
all the alleys and valleys
gondolieurs,souvenirs,
saying cheers,drinking wine
whilst we dine,full moon
lanternes lightning sweet Venice,
its the place for romance
our place, shall we dance?
home sweet home ,we're in Venice............
Let me take you to Paris,
lovers home were we roam
and we go up so high nearly
touching the sky in chic Paris,
There we go on Eiffel Greatest tower,
holding hand,disney land an adventure
for hours,shall we dance once again?
im your girl,you're my man!
home sweet home,we're in Grand Paris............
Let me take you to London doing good
shopping spree,London eye,more to see
visiting Royalty Handsome William and Harry,
thats the day ,You will ask me to marry......
Whilst we pass London's bridge by the ferry
Home sweet home London home.......
Shall we Marry?...................................
Let me take you to Greece,
where all legends and myths
shape to life once again,
whilst the Gods bow their head
shall we wed then we sleep in our bed,
making love through the night in soft breeze,
i'm your girl,You're my man!
Home sweet home,we're in Greece............
Let me take you to Malta melite!
Rich history, flowered carpets n all streets,
Mdina lovers' den, charming gem silent city,
brown eyed men with a tan,girls so pretty!
and the sun shines so bright,many stars
through the night,my sweet homeland delight,
happy faces what a site!Malta beauty sweet dreams,
showing you what life means,where safety matter most,
where people are not ghosts,where love flows as it glows,
through our seas,scented breeze,treasure treats
temples , harbours,good food,all to please...and they please.......
Its the place where you're home ,feel at ease
whilst we dance ,the best dance of classic LOVE romance
home sweet home,we're in land of the knights,
we're in MALTA--MELITE--EUROPE'S PEARL off all times...
Malta Melite my Heart Beat.........till it dies..................
--------------------------------------------------------------------CHARMA
Form:
12/15/2023
“Each of us must choose his own path or way.”
Or
“ Ognuono di nuo deve scegliere la propria strada.”
I dreamt I awakened, a bit sleepily, at dawn in Venice.
Alas, if it were only my actual, vivid reality.
But one’s so confined by time and mortality.
To be sure, I’d ride in a glorious gondola.
Dinner, later, by her softest, loving candlelight.
Then walk her streets, bathed in Venetian moonlight.
“0 Sole Mio”, the smiling, joyful, accordionist would play.
Spellbound, I, by the deepenining, welcoming shadows .
Back in my room, so moved by the power of Dante’s
poetry from his ~“Cantos.”
Dedicated to my late Uncle Pietro! Thank you for the fun and
love you brought into our family.And you were the only man
who had the grace to do the Vienese waltz with me in full ball
gown and you in full tails..
Pure magic you and joy you were!
You were magnificent! Thank you, beloved one! You also were
Elena’s godfather.! Gracias.
Form:
O Serenissima,*fabled city
guarding the bluest lagoon, remain
the Queen of the Adriatic Sea;
on a gondola I glide while
the gondolier sings to luminous stars.
Under bridges of moonlight,
mysteries increase by the dozen;
standing on the Bridge Of Sighs,
a fair-haired girl leans forward
blowing kisses to a gorgeous boy
who stops and smiles back tenderly.
On the topmast he awaits early daylight,
unfurled sails excite his spirit never
fraught. He looks back for a last time,
surroundings whet his curiosity;
behind him stand buildings of break
and stone that have endured time's fury.
The eastern sun comes up slowly,
he rubs his moist eyes and sighs;
his tall ship is ready to depart
for lands rich of exotic spices;
they will be traded for linen
textiles and beautiful glassware.
Months will pass, probably years,
a wrinkle or two will appear
on his sun-tanned forehead
beneath his fluttering red velvet hat;
he will think of Venice before sleep-
the sublime dream of a wealthy merchant.
* Serenissima: The most serene
Golden Crown
Fingers maneuver as a vanishing sun radiates her solar majesty
Heartfelt improvisations momentarily suspended adverse reality
Raging notes racing toward heaven levitating exceedingly faster
Determined hands hammering insecurities sidestepping disaster
Weaving inspirational wisdom regenerate such spiritual harmony
Profound compositions elevate the integrity of human symphony
Revelations exorcizing ambiguities wearing an incredulous frown
Conquering all deceptions destiny searches for the Golden Crown
10/07/2011
5:21 p.m.
Aboard cruise liner:
Splendour Of The Seas
Venice, Italy
To visit Venice such an event
a dream so often wished to come true
but for one full whole glorious day
this became a living reality to view
Having read about this city so often
surrounded fully by water all around
transported by boats around it's edge
mighty experience makes one astound
To stand on St Marks square
so difficult to take it all in
all tongues and people fills the place
a privelige not for everybody to win
Look at the architecture so wow!
amazing craftmanship for to behold
what gifts bestowed on such magnifence
eyes must see for tongues can't be told
A day in one's life forever remembered
the day in the wonderful Venice
it leaves one fully speechless
such beauty! deserves one long kiss!
(Having spent a wonderful day in Venice when on holiday in Italy)
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!