By the over flowing Tiber,
Walking slowly,
to the Turtles Fountain.
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Looking at the Trevi,
Anita,
Is nowhere in sight.
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The summer rain falls on the Trevi,
Tossing a coin at Oceanus,
Aiming between the eyes.
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Sweating we arrive
To watch Triton sitting,
Under layers of dirt.
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I take off my baseball cap,
Four rivers-
A new heaven?
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Summer rain outside,
Inside Japanese tourists chatting,
In front of a silent Moses.
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Drying up in the Parthenon,
I tweet on my cell,
What an amazing technology!
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A wonderful mix of modernity with the unavoidable tourism ativities of ancient. Rome. I enjoyed the feeling I got while reading the poem.