postre

see those trees over there?
swaying leaves and crackling whistle,
the sweet waft of pineapple juice,
and you start to wonder, who designed all of this?
zooming through the city of style,
i call it the city of inspiration.
the industrial blocks, the berlusconi worshippers.
piazzas full of youngsters, singing their songs of youth.
friends reunited under jasmine bushes,
dancing to the tune of reminiscence.
of our own youth.
this spring carries a certain finality to yet another chapter,
and as we put the period at the end of the sentence,
we flip back, through the scribbled pages that started almost six years ago.
these beats we bounce to, oh so damn good.
pop a last one, maybe not, but real life is about to begin.
our fantastical days are not over, but they will form a different kind of fantasy.
one that requires a little bit more responsibility.
one that requires a little bit more strength.
as long as we do not forget to pause and appreciate,
all will be well.
yes, it will.

back with an italian state of mind,
aperos and clinks, life moving at a slower pace.
it has been a while, since i last felt the sparks.
the mostar bridge charms with deception,
and so we believe it.
we are all a little susceptible to our own vial of poison.
but standing behind that bar, shots of vodka poured,
how can we resist the chemistry.
this laboratory of fondness took us to an osteria,
where the vino would not stop flowing,
and our conversations would not stop fascinating.
riding and weaving through these streets,
arms around you,
i felt a certain happiness beaming out of my heart.
it's not love at first sight.
it's simply, being alive.
being alive and gazing with wonder.
being with someone who shares the same values as you.
being yourself.
as a small fleck in this universe.

injustice plagues the world.
but we carry on being generous.
because in the end, we remember the kindness.
we remember the joys of roaming, learning, living with those we care about.
on this beautiful night, creamy foam in my mouth,
i slurp on the juiciness of life.
we are so blessed.

still waiting for that kiss.
the kiss of love and understanding.
the kiss of mystery and intrigue.
the kiss of birth.
and the kiss of death.

thank you.