Palio Poem by Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello

Hatred and envy for the opponents snack through the ways of Siena,
The sun slashes with a sabre among the red bricks that keep the dark.
A roll of drums breaks the silence while the blue wavy banners flap,
Under the balcony where Onelia breathes in deeply.
Yoonoos roams the contrada of the Wave. The tumult is in the place.
The multicoloured jockeys ride bareback on the medieval tuff,
In the crowd Lesbia clasps her hair into ponytail.
'My father and of the ones who ever used sweet and pretty love lines'.
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The 2nd of July Siena competes in the 'palio' of Our Lady of Provenzano.
The quotation reports the Dante's words about the master of Sweet New Style Guido Guinizzelli.