Russell Iuliano

Italia

Walk le strade of renaissance Italy
So narrow a car can’t even fit
Yet it doesn’t matter perché non c’é macchina
People walk from place to place
Time is never an issue
Crowds of tourists mix with the Italian street vendors
Who try to earn money off the guests
When the weather gets warm the city gets crowded
In the winter though

La cittá is yours

It is empty, except for the locals
You learn la vita di un italiano.
Nothing opens at the given time
Time is a rough estimate
There is no such thing as a line
Just a crowd
You must work your way to the front
Or you’ll never get there
Life is relaxed
Nothing rushed
In Italia




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