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The trip


sense that time of youth who went on the components of courage
Scilla
and higher
in sips and altars
d'Isonzo and Vesuvius
jogging chromates
of fog and ridges.


Now walk in the roar of a summer traffic jam
ale in passing
of bel canto and wine into the asphalt
blasphemed.

You're crazy, and God knows, with that

sleeping bag rolled up on his shoulders,

straw hat and sandals who have seen mud,
light and tears.

And do not go to anyone, and women

as countries pass the roadside on which the stubble
sway
insatiable and vain.

Calli, and laugh
pedestrian simple.

Ah its fountains;
are relatives who tell
dreams in wheat fields in Umbria
crossings or autumn.

Wanderer, who had health

of memory and a twitch of a gentleman,
go,
and suspicions that
pandemonium of horns and sweat
die so beautiful harmony.