What better than a summer afternoon?
Where else, but on the trail to La Toscana?
Who is it mounts a mens that's not more sana,
devouring a voluptuous Verdi tune?
Which month might one elect, which isn't June?
I'll pass on Sassafrass and Lisdoonvarna,
to binge on bars, basilicas and Barna.
I like my treasures liberally-strewn.
You're cynical? Think pinnacles don't serve?
I can't agree. A twelvemonth of frustrations,
quotidian slap-downs and humiliations
are answered now. We've finally capped the curve.
The clouds will come again, of course, but verve
should also have its vestals. A libation!
your personality is perfect for the quiet of the evening
i could stay up all night with you and the pleasure of your company
it feels good to be care free and totally unaware with somebody with a mind alike
we are on vacation in the moment that we create
your personality is perfect for the quiet of the evening
all electronic devices are off and we just converse freely and gladly
it feels good to be care free and totally unaware with somebody with a mind alike
we are immune to all and everything that causes unneeded stress and strife
your personality is perfect for the quiet of the evening
we eat our seafood casserole, texas toast, corn on the cob, and zuppa toscana
with smiles that are wholesome and laughter that is full lie out bellies
we fall asleep knowing, but we choose to ignore the inevitable
rain falls
heaven looks on
said rain turns to snow
i make two bowls of zuppa toscana
i wait quietly while listening to bob dylan
in my own way, i am bleeding too
looking out my window, i admire the white art
God Sees Me suffering
dusty memories of wishing, hoping, thinking, and praying
for just a little lovin'......anywhere, anytime, and anyplace
everything is now frozen.....in time....no change....frigidity standstill
personal permanence for me takes over....zuppa toscana now cold.....
Sunflowers turn slowly
to follow the sun.
They bow their heavy heads
when afternoon’s done.
What a golden vision
they share row after row
With deep amber faces,
their tiny seeds all aglow.
The summer breezes blowing
o’er the fields with warm air
Shares pride in a country
with its beauty so fair.
I smile in contentment
as I l leave old Italy
With a sea of them waving
good-bye to me.
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Italian translation:
Fiori della Toscana
Solefiori ruotare lentamente
a seguire il sole.
Si inchinano le loro teste pesanti
Quando ha fatto pomeriggio.
Che una visione d'oro
essi condividono la riga dopo riga
Con facce profondo ambrati,
Loro piccoli semi tutto raggiante.
La brezza estiva che soffia
sopra i campi con aria calda
Orgoglio di azioni in un paese
con la sua bellezza così fiera.
Sorrido in contentezza
come ho l lasciare la vecchia Italia
Con un mare di loro sventolando
good-bye a me.
Note: This translation is as close to my original poem as possible.
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