September

September 18, 2011

Pizza, bruschetta, gold dress, Rioja
Autumn is here and Winter forgotten
Walking through town, arm in arm with a lover
Moon in the sky, and leaves good as rotten
The air is cool, with the stench of roses
I hold his hand, Hosanna, Hosannah
Autumn is here, drink coffee in cafes
Wine in bars, sashay in slips, tights and stilettos
Everything is fallen, there is rain on the street
There is light on the path, the memory of heat
Pizza, bruschetta, gold dress, Rioja
Summer is dead. Long live the Autumn.

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