Il mito di una statua da giardino presso il Golfo di Napoli
Ballad Written By: Catullus Propertius
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The stoic stance
she stands
in the gardens of
Dorking
a statue carved to impress
her beauty the poet
writers mystery
a story of love and regret
a sexton the sailor carry's
to the shore she bathe
beneath the sun
he wishes for the sweetness
of oranges
for which til then
he never had none.
Arancia Rossa di Sicilia
come back to Surrentio
the mermaid sings her song
Carnival of Ivrea
she greets men
the charm of a Meridians voice
Napulitano Ballads and songs
the sweetness of the
Napulitano Orange
Sweet the nights of
natural pool of
Bagni della Regina
She swam in the waters there
and became a statue
in the garden that sings
Pizzini and Broremann
He used to carry a tiny notebook fitted for his pocket
writing down what he saw on his daily walks in the woods
and also writing rare words in newspapers when sat
in the café by the lake.
Leaves on trees, green grass fledglings trying to fly
many had success others drowned in tiny rainwater pools
life has the habit of crushing us; when we do our best
to be loyal to family and friends.
He once had a sister, generous and kind, who called him
Broremann (little man) because he was a serious child
living in a harsh world not made for kindness, when he
complained, gave him a hug, and told him to shut up.
She had three boys growing up but of poor health
and there was not enough time to pass it on to them
the importance of kindness; motherless they had
to become men in a world that lacked love.
On a page in his notebook, Broremann wrote down
her name put her name next to his heart
reminds him of sisterly love and loyalty that even
mad-men in Sicilia know so well.
Sicilia, a beautiful island
With a very bloody plan
A few families at war
Murder, corruption and more
Vincento was a street soldier
Marie was a hitmans daughter
With their hearts full of lust
A secret romance is a must
As they belong to warring families
With no trust and rivalries
They couldn't keep their love apart
As they tried so very hard
Marie always in Vincento's arms
Defenceless to his charms
The families learned of the romance
Threatening murder at first glance
So Vincento and Marie ran away
Boarding a ship, destination USA
they wed in secret under different names
Vincento and Marie James,
After the towns priest
Who fought for Sicilian peace
Settled down to start a new family
Travelling in shadows constantly
Just waiting for the time they're caught red faced
In mafia wars love has no place
Always looking over their shoulder
But love strengthens as they get older
Hiding in a town that no Sicilian goes
Will they live forever? No one knows
Filled plate of grilled tortellini
Killed the great James Gandolfini
This star's carcass heavy
A Ford or a Chevy
Should have been a Lamborghini
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