Let us not talk

About loneliness about absence

And abstinence let us

Talk about something new

Someone new let us

Forget the long winter

Of shortened days and

What seemed perpetual night

Of listening to songs

Those same old songs

That staved off hunger

And thirst let us

Now think of Rome

Of warm sunny days

Of wine and crunchy

Bruschetta and of antipasti

Of unyielding laughter and

The whispering Vespa whines

Of what is surely

To come to the

Future of the Mediterranean

Of our life together