Dolce Far Niente

shoreline sea caresses that gently bathe you
snow falls like a feather over the mountain
stream of water to drink with bare hands
beautiful city girl playing with the canyons
sweet hospitality welcome turning
the sneeze's drag into a melody cheers!
no medicine with my airplane flying over
your hills landing softly on your cheeks
I steal from Mogol that metaphor of the two oranges
listening to the eternal father improvising
jazz wind on the leaves rustling
away the same staying like this with a yes
until Monday
delight in doing nothing just postponing
hanging out with your feet dangling watching
the world go round go go wait sweetly for
the eating hour watching the grass grow and the water
evaporate peacefully in the shade of a
fresh breeze getting caressed shaping
round bubbles of thoughts bursting in the air
not just when they get too serious or too heavy
stay light turning the hours into months
like a leaf along the river in the current
gently surrender yesss staying like this with a
yes until Monday
delight in doing nothing sweetly breathing with the arm
out of the window getting carried away by the white
line in the middle of the black of the streets
standing like a flower in the rain of what happens
smelling the smells the shit of the pigsties
mixing with the scent of infinite grasses
open them and stay like those who don't
have to deal with the steering wheel in their hands and the rhythm
that makes it sway nothing wrong swaying feeling
like silent salt in a vast sea stay like this with a
yes until Monday
delight in doing nothing sweetly postponing sweetly
taking a vacation without trips to organize travel
agencies airplane odors customs to pizzerias
more similar the farther you go living on Mars
changing the atmosphere breathing oxygen breathing
oxygen and exhaling pure spring pure
spring spring one two three days