Florence, my city of years ago
Relived
As Landscape of Giotto
Of Piero della Francesca or epochs later
As Landscape of Rosai
From the high speed train window of Italo
Slowed down by slow motion
Arriving
To the corner of a street
Where I lingered years ago
In between doubts and dreams
Often happily saluted by a kind old sculptor who showed me his invisible door
On n.8 Via Laura
Then there was the area of Pergola where once in a while I passed by
Though without noticing that it was once inhabited by Cellini
The Medici Chapel of the Night and Day greeted me
When I was in the taxi
Rushing
To depart from
The familiar scene of my past years
Lived intensely
Day in
Day out
In a too impressive
Brunelleschi Style of
Landscape
Thank you Florence
My True Love
Mid summer under the August Sun, 2017