It’s cats in the morning and pinetrees at twilight. It’s having three different super-markets within a ten-minute radius of your house (and one of them even carries ginger, all the time...). It’s not having to worry about dogshit on your doormat. It’s 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 it’s fresh fish from the outdoor market on Thursdays. (It’s the outdoor market on Thursdays.) It’s spaghetti alle vongole with a side of seaview or spaghetti allo scoglio con vista degli scogli. It’s the geese in the pond at the park and the ducks in the cove by the boardwalk. It’s how many lemons can you count in that tree (and do you think the owners are home). It’s blue and it’s white and it’s stars that feel closer. And some nights, just some nights, if you listen and listen and listen, it’s the sound of the sea.
[nightingaleshiraz] [?]
[Via Giulio Cesare, Santa Marinella]
[venerdì 22 marzo 2013 ore 12:27:08] [¶]
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