Promenading through lifetimes.

Black and white marbles pave the layout of these streets

Afternoon sunlight falling gently on private walls

The great cathedral’s presence, Romanesque architecture,

Inspires emotions in the chests of vibrant souls. 

In the very center of this marketplace

A triton in green bronze blowing from a conch awaits –

My gaze, on drops from Youthful fountain under his eyes to lay.

How strange it feels on my skin

When tips of fingers touch water’s course

It always seems as a dream…

I shall not forget it, the most real part.

One can  live full years, standing in the middle of a crowd

Counting as an hour ….

without living at all.

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