Giuseppe Mastroianni (October 4 1989 / Avellino)

Ah Woman's scent!
Silently squanders in the air
and the sharp nose seize it
between the perfume of bread
and the washing one that dries.
In sultry roads
people's ghosts
and hills seen from my roof
give you so much freedom.
However, gazing among roofs
I lose myself, got drunk
by this essence
that I'm still feeling...
While for you summer starts
...without me.