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Castel Sant'Angelo

S'erge sur Tevere possente,
er tempo che passa un je f� gnente,
da su la torre che f� de mastro Titta,
lo sguardo te se sperde ne la dritta!

Incontri er fiume, dopo li bastioni,
e li giardini, pieni de barboni,
n'ho conosciuti arcuni, tipi strani,
solo quarcuno ciaveva er suo domani!

Dentro ar Castello c'� 'ngran ber museo,
e dopo er ponte levatoio ce st� er Fiume,
cor lungotevere che lo segue lento,
come n� luce che quarcuno ha spento!

N� vorta odiato dai romani seri,
era er simbolo dei tiranni veri,
quann'uno entrava l� nun c'era scampo
la vita se n'annava con un lampo!

Era la mole detta de Adriano,
oggi quer tempo � ancora pi� lontano,
se p� mischiacce er sacro cor profano,
e aritrovasse a spasso ner pantano!

Capita a vorte, ar core mio romano,
de trova er modo 'npoco strano,
de ritorn� a visit� er castello,
e ariscoprillo ancora molto bello!

Ce vojo ritorn� cor core 'nmano,
perch� tu ce lo sai che s� ROMANO!
E nun me piace ann� mai contromano!

(Mario 29/11/01)

Er Core

Er core nun se ferma mai 'nmomento,
e te trascina in vita c� gran
fermento,
er core nun ci� limiti ne inganni,
te porta sempre 'ndove tu voi st�!

Poi aritrovatte er core 'np� affannato,
ce poco assai da f�, sei innamorato!
Nun serve allora nessun linimento,
pe sbatte fori tutto sto tormento.

Te poi f� verde e de tutti li colori,
nun potrai mai riusc� a veninne fori!
Er core nun � solo no strumento,
che pompa er sangue nelle vene,

er core � n� fabbrica de 'ndove,
li sogni parteno ar mattino,
pe aritrovasse 'ngiorno ar lumicino,
e soffermasse a prenne 'np� de fiato.

Tanto che ce voi f�, er tempo se n'� annato!

(Mario 30/11/01)

Engelsburg

Standing of the powerful Tiber,
the time that pass it does't touch him,
from the top that was of mastro Titta,
the looking go far away,

You meet the river and after the towers, the gardens full of pouer persons,
I meeted some of them, strange persons,
only someone of them was having a future!

Into the Castle is a great museum, and after the mobile bridge is the River,
with the borders that follow his way slowly slowly, like a light that someone have turn off!

A time hated from the real romans, was the simbol of the real tiranny, when you was closed into them,
your life was finished in a flash!

Happen sometime, to found in a strange way, the way to back to visit the castle,and discover him still very nice!

I would back there with my heard in the hands, because as you well know, I am ROMAN,
And I don't like to go against my feelings!

The Heard
The heard never stop a moment to run, and push you on life with big power,
the heard have no limits and no tricks,
it bring you always where you love to stay
You can discover your heard a bit tired, in paine,
and that will mean only one think, you are in love!
Is not in of any cure than, for send away all this big paine,
You can become of all the colours you want, you will never get the way to come out of it!
The heard isa not only an'instrument,
that pump up the blood in the body,
the heard is a factory from where the dreams start in the morning,
for become than at the end, for get a bit of breath,
?cause anyway, the time is gone!