Vento e Velluto
Palermo, Isola Alicudi & Taormina, Sicilia
14th June, 2025
That wild rose,
woven from heavy velvet,
airy devorƩ,
and tangled vintage blooms,
clings to life amid the crumbling ruins of Palermoā
yet ever holds its head high,
exuding a fatal fragrance.
Its heady scent drifts with the breeze,
brushing past the Aeolian Isles,
caught just in time by a reaching branch,
lest the sun claim all the glory alone.
Then, with mischief in its breath,
it teases the hem of a light summer skirt,
lingering like a servant at the feet of his queen,
reluctant to depart.
Summer returns once more to Sicilyā
chaotic, lavish, bewitchingly generous.
Who, indeed, could resist her?
That wild rose,
woven from heavy velvet,
airy devorƩ,
and tangled vintage blooms,
clings to life amid the crumbling ruins of Palermoā
yet ever holds its head high,
exuding a fatal fragrance.
Its heady scent drifts with the breeze,
brushing past the Aeolian Isles,
caught just in time by a reaching branch,
lest the sun claim all the glory alone.
Then, with mischief in its breath,
it teases the hem of a light summer skirt,
lingering like a servant at the feet of his queen,
reluctant to depart.
Summer returns once more to Sicilyā
chaotic, lavish, bewitchingly generous.
Who, indeed, could resist her?