Natalia Castelluccio

BY THE WAYTHOUGHT GOES ..

You should think about the golden wings ..
Reach the hills that are no longer appropriate
We are not Jews in Babylon ..
Worse, Italians in a pandemony.
Oh my homeland, so beautiful but lost ..
Towards even more true
And at Verdi we color ourselves black.
With words
I do as I please ..
Nobody can stop
my freedom to think.
Thought travels and goes
beyond the seasons of life ..
All year round, forever
and to infinity.