The building is at the top of the way, that of the few elegant shops.
In semi-darkness the stairs smell of scented low cost cleansing agent,
So those stairs are neither scented nor clean, in the Liberty style.
You smell of clean linen, cotton scented of high cost liberty.
I sit close to you, by your side; your short black dress rises up along the thighs.]
Out there, in a dizzle, your cheek is wet silk connected with my cheek.
All of a sudden, the June's sun is up,
Warms my chest and my arms under a thin blue suit.
American Diaspora Street widens out;
All around the scenery changes, gets rich, is renewed.
Arrivederci.
Nostalgic blend of aromas, as taken from the childhood, from ones prime 'smell of clean linen, cotton scented of high cost liberty', a hint of forgotten past and start of new life in America 'American Diaspora Street widens out' - a snapshot of a dawn of someone`s life already in the past, somewhere in June. Fascinating and highly readable poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Paolo - This American girl is amazed by your authentic description of who we can be. A blessed day to you - Cheryl