Mi chiamo Jado di Firenze,
And I own this town.
More than the Medici
Or Machiavelli,
My name is everywhere.
The rich man in his Bentley
The generale in his Lancia
The merchant in his van
All know my name
And fear my art.
Meet me tonight in Santa Croce.
We will run free and shout,
And dance in the shadow
Of Dante’s scowl.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gary, I have read this as a modern mystery... Causes impressionable association.... 10... Tsira