I recently came across a lovely poem that speaks to the heart. For those who have been to Italy, live there, or who travel there in their dreams, I hope this will resonate in your heart as well.
I have fallen in love
With the air, the trees
The thinly paved and often cracked roads
And even more so with those covered in cobblestone.
I have fallen in love with the tanned locals
Old shopkeepers with hats and bifocals
Their calling voices
The natural movement of their hands
The cool sea water
And hot white sands.
I have fallen in love with espresso
And how it feels in my throat
The smell of leather
Taste of gelato
Harbours full of fishing boats
The sound of a vintage vespa
Weaving its way through a crowd
And this is a country of which to be proud.
I have fallen in love with the architecture
The vast and complex history
The more I learn the more I admit is a mystery.
I have fallen in love with the way the sun shines brighter
The air is fresher
And the fruit is sweeter
The men are bolder
And the books are cheaper.
I have fallen in love with the words they say
And how those words effortlessly roll off their tongues
I breathe in their culture
And try to hold it in my lungs.
Pizza, pesto, cute cafes
Absence of anxiety, holidays
The tourists who view it all through a camera lens
Adventure begins and tension ends.
I have fallen in love with it all
All those pairs of Italian sunglasses
I love them too.
Every ray of sunshine
Every painted line
Of every church
On all those hills
In all those tiny towns
That populate the green countryside
And every visionary who in them has lived and died
But most of all
I have fallen in love with the version of me
That comes out when I am in Italy.
~~Written by Ariel Baptista~~