This is the opening of a little poem. I'd be happy to offer it <br />to Poemhunter People. For now, accept it as admission of the universal value of the poetry. <br /> <br />A pub in the centre of a town on the sea. <br /> <br />Mirko: <br />Drink this tomato juice <br />If you remember <br />Another fluid, it's better yet <br />Peppered with salt and spice <br />It goes down well. <br /> <br />Nat: <br />I'm drinking, I'm remembering <br />But I'd like to know <br />What is this thirst-quencher, <br />I'm thirsty again: <br />Mother's act recalls <br />That of another woman. <br /> <br />Mirko: <br />Old women are for you <br />If you search sensuality <br />Where do you think you'll find it <br />If not old way? <br /> <br />Nat: <br />I'll follow you, you'll show me <br />But not that you'd rather. <br />Girls suit me and sensuality <br />Increases in power <br />Picking spring flowers. <br /> <br />Alone. <br /> <br />I'd like to enjoy <br />These girls. I wonder why <br />They recall me another women. <br /> <br />Exeunt. <br /> <br />(Winter 2007. Genoa, Italy) .<br /><br />Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nathaniel-the-disco/
