“Old harbour”
postcard that stays
in the heart and the memory
of each one of us
in the warmth and color
of the season we love
secret in the secret
fishing boats come up to the side
of fast motorboats
in calm waters
I still see
the reflection of the greasy pole
Carlo with his white hair
carefully hear
the slow passing of time
also the old town hall
now modern building
with its arcade
takes us back to our childhood
at the stationer’s shop “Topo”
and time passes by
no compromises
go Gianni it’s your turn
multicolor dishes
rich flavors
guardians of ancient recipes
in the shadow
of the Venetian bridge
at the end of a day like many
shutters slowly close
like heavy eyelids
at sleep time
