First of the roll / setting fire to the city we once lived/ loved /
do you hear the engine of your roots wawling,
it’s calling you out till the mountains wear the sky pink,
prefabricated guardians are spying on us.
At the park we sat and watched the children play/
we play with memories, words and walks,
we walk away in time and try to catch the little buzzing flies/
we live, and love, and laugh, and dream
till the roads bring the mountains near/
Strangers, friends and fishermen,
Adriatic naps will sing you to sleep,
we watched the movies/ and hallucinated gloomy seagulls,
humming jazz on chewing gum/
we left the hills from where we dreamed of paper planes,
forgot in honey coloured sweetpie fields.
Flagrant shapes / searching the lights,
we still moving/ moving/ dreaming/living,
so tell me what noise the colours/
make/
first of the roll
