If you love ...

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If you love ... Is it only on Sunday morning in Rome.
Waiters are slow, since the summer,
slowness is comparable to the speed of the Internet
in their schools, but gold cornetto
redeems all, showing off like Prima
in a respectful, obsequious swarm chorus.
What could be more delightful than urban open-air? you
moving along with the crowd of rogues and
rotozeev past the snake's tail, whose head is hidden in the Colosseum,
Petrified time in lumps offline Nerves
the innocent, subtle, unrepentant,
indistinguishable from the time of Augustus and Trajan's Forum ...
Whenever you are wondering the same myself here.
Who could believe his eyes agility?
The eternal landscape of calm and gray-beige,
and with unexpected tenacity
climber view goes from the dome of the Pantheon
weightless portico and letters on the architrave,
and not so important who is
during it He fell, bringing the dagger in sacrifice pѐtle or poison,
For the idea of ​​immortality should relentlessly,
shadow on the Via del Corso, both
rapids turbulent river of mortals, falling into a stupor
along with the crowd at each subsequent Bernini ...