The whole of civilization
will perish tonight with no chance
of rebirth – said someone important
on the other side of the ocean.
On a white tablecloth
a glass of Aperol
with a slice of orange.
A front-row seat:
turquoise to the horizon
Magnolia petals guided
by the gaze drift without haste.
Cypresses and church towers
Aimed at the sky
for good luck – the bells,
for bad luck – the bells.
the light of the olive groves
remembers more than one ending.