The Never-ending, Moveable Banquet: July 2010

Walking The Streets Of Roma

Walking The Streets Of Roma

(June 13, 2010~ Roma, Italia)

I feel this stone under

My feet and I think

I feel the thousand years

Gone by tickling the bottoms

Of my shoes

Up and down the

Stone-laden streets

My shoes are not used to this

Nor are my feet

Mini-palaces painted with

Pastel cherubims

Angels bump their shoulders

They share each others’ skin

Basilica bells chime

And old priests nod and smile

At me

I breathe in the air

That Caesar, Da Vinci, Leonardo, Michelangelo

And about a hundred

Great popes breathed

Ancient history fills my lungs

I exhale ancient art

Ancient thoughts

Timeless souls

The yellow flowers climb on walls

The man sits with his Afghan Hound

Lovers loiter the air I breathe

With their kisses

And sighs of amore!

I feel the stones

From beneath my shoes

They go “bump-bump” on the

Bottoms of my feet

Stones placed by makers of

Ancient art and

Ancient love and

Thousands of years of

History

Porcelain dolls

In flower-lines windows

Wooden Pinocchios

Carvings of fat women

And white-winged horses

Call me as I walk by

I hear someone making love

From a window in a

Gelateria

Could I ever ask for more in life

Than walking the streets of Roma?

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It's strange how

A simple twinkling of my

Own eyes

Reflects the flicker I remember

In yours and

Takes me back to

Where you are and I see

Your face all over again

Then immediately

Your breath on my skin

Your fingers in between mine

The walk The stairs The t.v.

The blanket The pillow The cups

And I am so enraged at the

Fact of your absence

I could scream endlessly into the night and

Stab the air with daggers

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This is a photo I took in Rome. This plaque sits on the wall right next to the Spanish Steps at the Piazza di Spagna, on the building where you can find and have a heartwarming eat at Babington's 1893 which is a Tea House that has been making homemade cakes, pastries, and muffins (and of course, tea) since 1893.

There is something inexplicably magical about sitting on the Spanish Steps. You sit there, and you simply soak in magic. And that's why both locals and tourists alike- go to the Spanish Steps to simply sit there and watch the day go by. I could do that every day, for the rest of my life..... it can't be explained..... but it is simply magical.

This has fast become my most favorite poem, in which the magic of Piazza di Spagna has been encapsulated...

PASSERO' PER PIAZZA DI SPAGNA di Cesare Pavese........

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And, now I present to you my own rendition of the magic of the Spanish Steps, one which I wrote during my first days in Rome. :) I took the picture of the above plaque during my last days in Rome, which was the very first time I even noticed it there. :)

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(June 13, 2010 ~ Roma, Italia)

Step by step and

One by one they

Ascend they descend like

Ladders to the gods

The mortals take shield

Us mortals take refuge

Loitering these divine steps

Sitting, laying, kneeling, sprawling

Red roses dance ballet

Chilly air Hot sun

Lovers kissing Children laughing

Sounds of life abound

And here I am

History under my feet

I drink in the

Sounds of life and

Sounds of love and

Chilly air Hot sun

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And here are some photos I took which I'd like to share with you....

...take a little magic with you...

love,

C

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The Return

The Return

(July 6, 2010 ~Roma, Italia)

On my journey, I have learned that...

Nothing is fixed. There is no black and white. Everything is- to you- as you see it. If you want to take a plain-sketch paper and color the lines in with bright-red like blossoms in the gardens that smell so sweet; you may. But it doesn’t have to always be bright-red. You can flood your plain-sketch pencil papers with red today, then blue tomorrow, and then if you want, after that, you can color them purple, violet, pink... you can change everything... by changing the way you see it. By changing colors.

I have learned that the best thing to do- is what you want to do. And if you don’t know what it is that you want to do- just start walking in one direction and if that’s the direction you want to go, you’ll find that you will keep on going. And if it’s not really where you want to go... you’ll find yourself turning around. And going where you really want to go.

I have learned not to look for the “right thing” because life is not about looking for “what’s right.” It’s about looking for what’s yours.

I have learned that there is nothing to be afraid of. Really. And if you say “I can do it,” you can. Really.

I have learned that crossing the street isn’t too hard, and that it’s okay for your feet to get dirty sometimes.

I have learned that destiny is real. I’ve learned what it is, and how she works.

I have learned that it is possible to fall in love in a few days.

I have learned that seagulls are beautiful and that they are like white paper planes floating through the sky with bells attached to them.

I have learned that there are too many wonderful people in the world to waste my time thinking of the no-good ones.

The world is bigger than you think it is, and it is perfect. The good and the bad. Together, it is all perfect.

So there is nothing to be afraid of.

Really.

This is what I have learned.

Walking The Streets Of Roma

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PASSERO' PER PIAZZA DI SPAGNA di Cesare Pavese........

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The Return

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