​I hear noises of the crowded streets

Honking from the bruised cars 

of the sweaty horny dogs 

for whom I’m just a good bone

follows me around

Southern heat leaves my body sore

As I walk many miles

Looking at the splendor of 

diverse cultures 

and their rich marks 

in every part of the city

Looking at the saints statues 

lurking in dark corners

giving the poor people hope and strength

to carry on

Inhaling sweet scent of Italian food

tasting gelato con brioche

As I reach Quattro Canti

I stand tall

In the middle of Sicilian mess

without you

My little star

on my imaginary blue sky


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