Alessandro Bertacchini

"Italian Detail " poem of Alessandro Bertacchini (english version) Splendid, details cutouts of the sun and the earth, statues in tidy gardens, a poignant blue in the sky intoxicating scents of roasted coffee that spread in the streets, beautiful, cozy. A bell ringing, a prayer that echoes, inevitable trumpeted horns which do not disturb, but surround you. The scent of ripe wheat that mingles with that of basil on the window sills. Wherever you turn, archeology, art that surrounds you The sea? Near or far it is always present A Vespa that is leaving, at full speed Porphyry floors boiling, in this silent summer A football match in the lanes with mothers who call to order the children while the colander fulfills its duty; it is time for lunch. A blazing hot accompanies the afternoon rest; everything is quiet. Today it is not the day of the match, Italy does not play, only lazy cats, that look at you with only one eye open, Old ladies sitting that speak in a low voice, to respect Christ on the cross who watches them from the church front. An 'echo of a Fiat 500, the only sign of the economic boom buzzing in narrow streets towards the fields. All around farmers who observe the growth of their vineyards grapes that slowly take color, a little longer 'and the harvest will begin.