It welcomes us with fog and rain, with lighted trees as fallen stars.
In Verona, little roses survive in cold public gardens, so many flowers, golden leaves of autumn, acorns ..
In Verona we look for cafes where we sit to watch people walking on the wet streets of dreams we dream when we arrive at Italy.
In Verona we share hot chocolate and some hours of kind and friendly conversation with mamasorriso.
In Verona Juliet is waiting for Romeo forever, the balcony, the house, the tomb ... Sweet Juliet that reminds me it's better to escape from impossible and suicide love. Always. Despite everything, Verona is still covering with beating hearts, in the Christmas markets, lights like tears that decorate the streets of the city, the smell of chestnuts, nougat, blue-eyed boys who forget weight out the bananas in the supermarket, sharing a wonderful conversation with Manuela, our lessons at Linguait, discovering books, reading poems of Erri de Luca, learning new words, remembering old words, looking for the sun and the landscape near the river, cypress, golden and dreamful landscape.
I'm going to stay a little bit here, near the Piazza delle Erbe, hat, gloves and coat, the raising moon, I'll fall asleep, coffee, we'll remember weight out the fruit in the supermarket PAM, Via dei mutilati, we'll decide new routes, discovering bridges, castles, tales ... I'm going to stay here a while longer...
Verona is the dreamful version of our poems.
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