gorges, gorgeous, gorging, gore, graffiti, gelato. oh oh.

[the_dark_horse]

The wild horses came up with the sun,
White , the gorge, orange, was living then,
Ran across the morning highway
Thinking about the night-sleeping aqua-ducts
Black letters U’s in the sky, hairpins in the road,
Running water like a person yelling from a well--Once in a while
A brightened church, a cradled village
Like centuries of old peoples’ hands

Comments

[loolawhodda]

Are there pianos on the streets everywhere in France? That's the most evocative image I've come across in some time- I'm just sitting and daydreaming about a land where somewhat detuned pianos are sitting outside in the sun waiting to be played by passersby.

You'd hear a lot of "Heart and Soul", but I think that would be an acceptable trade-off in order to hear live music all the time.