The building is at the top of the way, that of the few elegant shops. <br />In semi-darkness the stairs smell of scented low cost cleansing agent, <br />So those stairs are neither scented nor clean, in the Liberty style. <br />You smell of clean linen, cotton scented of high cost liberty. <br />I sit close to you, by your side; your short black dress rises up along the thighs.] <br />Out there, in a dizzle, your cheek is wet silk connected with my cheek. <br />All of a sudden, the June's sun is up, <br />Warms my chest and my arms under a thin blue suit. <br />American Diaspora Street widens out; <br />All around the scenery changes, gets rich, is renewed. <br />Arrivederci.<br /><br />Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-an-american-girl/
