Itís cats in the morning and pinetrees at twilight. Itís having three different super-markets within a ten-minute radius of your house (and one of them even carries ginger, all the time...). Itís not having to worry about dogshit on your doormat. Itís missing Argia and her crostata di prugne and the best home-made ravioli that ever met a stick of butter and a switch of salvia. But itís fresh fish from the outdoor market on Thursdays. (Itís the outdoor market on Thursdays.) Itís spaghetti alle vongole with a side of seaview or spaghetti allo scoglio con vista degli scogli. Itís the geese in the pond at the park and the ducks in the cove by the boardwalk. Itís how many lemons can you count in that tree (and do you think the owners are home). Itís blue and itís white and itís stars that feel closer. And some nights, just some nights, if you listen and listen and listen, itís the sound of the sea.
[Via Giulio Cesare, Santa Marinella]
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