paradiso sulla terra...(paradise on earth)

'Paradiso sulla terra...'
whispered she..
his Isabella...

they were by the sea
and the breeze was blowing cool...
the blue vast and the clouds
hovering across
might have made
her to say
those words...soft...

'Paradiso sulla terra...'
he repeated
in his own diction
a curious one...
an affirmation...
of his faith on love...
on the ocean...
the clouds...
the clouds on motion...
on Abramo...
and his piccolo...
on violin played all solo...
on the statue of Dante
at the piazza...
on occhio della mente...
on paintings done by Amadore...
on the alleys not woken up...
on Napoli Metro running non stop...
on the flower woman carrying basket of blossoms...
on his satiated soul...
and His Last Supper bowl...

And...

'paradiso sulla terra...'

the place became so...

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