Woman and child
stands in front of us
hands outreached
they are asking
and I am thinking
is it really her son?
People do worse things
you can get away with anything
these days
and I am cynical
and look away
yet I feel guilty
but the child look
well
not skinny
they are used to being ignored
because they soon move
to the next table
Ponte Vecchio
where
Africans
in African hats
selling the same fake
Louis Vuitton, Dolce Gabbana
everywhere
who are they trying to fool?
(tourists, tourists, tourists)
I should maybe feel sorry for them
but I don’t
that is life I say
which is like saying
shit happens
but I guess
shit happens more often
for some
Piazzas, Piazzas and pizzas
where people drink and eat life
and watch it go by
in all forms and shapens
Italians
they know about the vida
how to savor
each drop
without letting it spill
Tuscany
the landscape opens up
green is a shot to my eye
and I have never
been happier
driving
although it is
a black Fiat Panda
From this roof top
in the middle of Firenze
people are insects
aimlessly running around
tourists
the lowest form of life
but they feel good
free
if only for a few days
we pay more
we drink more
we eat more
we make love, amore
at least I hope
that is what freedom brings you
Why do these Godly marble statues
gigantic and great as they are
have so small penises?
Firenze
can you taste it?
the word
“Firrrreeeeennnzzzeee”
which is typical of
the Italian language
much has been written about it
beautiful, rich, thick
I don’t know why
but I think of the word
masturbatory
which not even be a word
but I will get away with it
because of a few glasses of Chianti
and nobody owns the language
right?
I mean
self-loving, egotistical
does every word have to be
that beautiful
stretch its sound out
into infinity
Too much
of the good stuff
can be good for you
to exaggerate into excess
is often better
than holding back
and living
only with the mind
Scandinavians
every-fucking-where
I go abroad
I have travelled
not to meet with my own kind
but others
and the clothes
these pirate pants
foot-friendly sandals
and backpacks
spelling TOURIST
like a kids taunting chant in school
and I wonder
you don’t dress like that
at home do you?
Suddenly the sky is pissed off
and pisses down
on us
with great vengeance
and it pours, pours, pours
the cloud moves
but is replaced
by another heavy grey
but I am fine
we are fine
our time is free
we have nowhere else
to be
and rain won’t stop us