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’You may have the universe

if I may have Italy.‘


- Giuseppe Verdi 


  • "italy was my first love.
    we were two sisters in delirium,
    thinking it was safe to sneak out in the
    middle of the night for dancing,
    with our blonde hair in wild halos around
    our curious minds of 9 and 12.

    italy was my teenage heartache crush.
    sitting in the worn wooden benches of the 
    abbazia sant'antimo, tears streaming 
    down my face. most likely from the sheer weight
    of the beauty in just being,
    the olivetan benedectine monks song echoing
    softly beneath the stone arches.
    also i think from the bursting musings of a teenager,

    sensing that there's a love not yet known to me,
    as our parents fought in the warm shadows of
    the courtyard olive trees, heatedly discussing the fact

    that my mama wouldn't stop gushing over
    'the most beautiful hands she'd ever seen on a man',

    those of a monk. 
    me not being able to decipher that slight smile
    hiding in the corner of my papa's mouth.
    the rapid exchange of words in between them,
    that turned into kisses. me trying to make maps
    out of grown up relationships, from a maze of
    mixed emotions and passionate impressions.

    italy is my eternal love.

    these days i visit him in flowering dresses,

    let his sun kiss me, his wines flow and we stay up all night.
    wild halo, in the company of a spartan.
    and it all makes sense. i've got my own map now 
    and know the secret language of corners of mouths.
    and i'll always feel rooted in the country where i learned about

    the lightness of being and the stunning darkness of love."


    / Hannah

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