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Let’s do something amazing, you’ll say
on your last day in rome,
dedicated to peter & to paul,
on a tuesday that resembles a sunday.
And a gentleman named Flavio
will open a door for you
revealing his house of books.
A personal guide on his personal life.
The only memories you had of Via Margutta
was of an asleep Audrey trying to guess
where the appartment of Joe Bradley continued.
Seeking help to get undressed.
But the only help you’d need
inside a typical urban cortile
is not to lose your way.
Behind a street that is named after a ‘sea drop’,
Among flowers, balconies, stairs, palm trees & elevators.
The end of coherence. The start of discovery channel.
You’d recall of a Fellini’s scene,
only to find out that he was living some doorsknobs ahead.
