2 - Wherever You Are Going

Let's hold fast to the dream

(That tastes and sparkles like wine)

[Photo taken in London, July 2016]

I dedicate this song

To every woman thought as love
To the one almost to imagine

Because she went away too fast
From my road to a secret ahead
[FdA]

A poem to start...

The Inns (by A. Merini)

I like the inns and their dark recesses
of the dormant
where people ends in the excess of singing,
I like things blaspheme and light,
and the glasses of deep wine,
where the mind rejoices,
level of magical thinking.
Is too silly to cry over a lost love
malvissuto and unfriendly,
the acrid steam of the best wine,
free,
better the intoxication of genie,
better, yes better
the investigation of the smoothness of deaf lives;
I love the inns
who speak the language of the subtle language of Bacchus,
and then in the bars
there is the name of Charles
written in letters of gold.