In the shade of the cypresses
close behind the hill
like a color palette
Milena’s house
the plant of Capers
with its thorns
the Pomegranate
shy behind the hedge
the castle
is far
beyond the iron gate
all around
Persimmon trees
beautiful beyond measure
the air in Arco
its magic atmosphere
the blue sky
with its clouds
in starry nights
from the terrace of belvedere
people say
you can hear angels singing
and pure souls sighing
the soft murmur
of the righteous
all the universe
in Milena’s house
