In any case
The guides are inhibiting
The books, too long
I escape
I didn’t follow the directions
Of the tour
The light dances
On the divine proportions
Of an Apollo
I go fast
Run through the middle of remnants
I have vertigo
At each turn of the street I’m amazed
I took the night train, I haven’t slept much
The senses on alert
My senses are waking up
Are accelerating and amplifying
The people I cross
Always elegant
I know that when I talk I have a slight accent
The cypress and clay
The fragile grace
Of the white marble veins
And I’m lightheaded
Beauty is surrounding me
Then suddenly it sweeps over me
Florence, Italy
And I’m lightheaded
Beauty is surrounding me
Don’t help me if I pass out
Florence, Italy
Comfort
Lemon sorbert in hand
Refreshing
The treasures
Hidden deep within the gardens*
Take time
Uner the nearby shadow
Of a palazzo I shelter myself
My ice melts quickly
The splendor
Is demanding and sometimes
It’s exhausting
At each turn of the street I’m amazed
I took the night train, I haven’t slept much
The senses on alert
My senses are waking up
Are accelerating and amplifying
And I’m lightheaded
Beauty is surrounding me
Then suddenly it sweeps over me
Florence, Italy
And I’m lightheaded
Beauty is surrounding me
Don’t help me if I pass out
Florence, Italy