I went to Rome two days after my father’s birthday,
Almost two weeks after the death of a relative of mine,
To find out that today would have become something to remember
For me and for no one else.
I will jealously remind:
My early arrival at the bell between golden sugared almonds;
The legend of a slap givend by an art-lover;
Greetings with a villa “lontana”;
A “scorribanda” that does not give credit to its history,
Perhaps a disappointment for those who made that history, certainly not a death or a rebirth.
A blue recognition postponed after February 5th made me smile,
A picture taken in blue and silver under a monumental “snake” entertained the public:
We showed the Janus.
My bronze rose that had always made my neck suffer was never so light.
I will remember the escape.
I saw Rome at night lighted up.
I ate artichoke friends in the company of an immense soul.
I mistaked the road becasue of my emotion.
I did not sleep,
And I missed the sunrise.
At the end I have found a new source after a dream of golden sea horses.

I have reflected on the end, of life and above all of an identity, since a few days.
We never disappear or we can pirandellianly kill the track of our existance.
If I officially celebrated my baptism last March,
It is now that pure Reverie is coming to light.

See you soon, mum Rome.