Slangin' In The Rain Poem by Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello

Beyond the skyscraper a new world opened before his very eyes.
Everything became quiet. An old man rummaged in the trash.
Three guys went by him. And he was in the empty ways of his childhood's countryside.
He got excited and gave the girl the Denim finger. The peach opened in his fingers.
The scent of wet soil cut by the plough early in the morning.
The smell of dampness from the dark condominium...somebody dragged an icebox along one of its corridors.
The tomato sauce brewed in the courtyard as well as the juicy grapes in the cellar, under the sweat of dad and the smile of momma, the violets grew sheltered by the low wall.
The girl was suckin' away at a violet sweet. 'Bonjurity, yo'. 'Stack banana till the mornin' come...'.
He remembered an old song. A song he was singin' again.