more than just words

the home of those who have seen the world friends of experience and enemies of time their blue shorts saddle vespa bikes on narrow roads decorated with limes and lemons you imagine life here is never hard there is no celebration for blue skies or rays of sunshine that always sit on the cliffs edge before sinking with the day when visitors come out to play in their linen searching for a taste of starch still ironing out their itinerary which has become a victim of the scenery and aperol spritz or espresso sorbets desperate to not become a memory desperate to stand still in Amalfi

sometimes the equator begins to feel like a red carpet premiere  the mountains and oceans a supporting cast in a film about you a film that starts and ends with your eyes a world where nothing out of your periphery lies but you’re an extra in the world a member of the audience in its screening another name on the rolling set list that nobody stays seated for you have no responsibility to perform no expectations to be anybody but who you want to be and there’s a beauty in insignificance