a poem by Gianluca Zanna copyright 2000

When the Ponentino wind softly blows through your seven hills
and gently caresses your golden platan's leaves...
When the moon lightens your ancient buildings and streets...
The heroes of your past again in you breath...
You become alive, I can hear your heart's beats.
I stare at the stars reflecting on the placid Tiber
the Rome's heart and eternal river...
Under the shadow of the Gianicolo's trees
A young couple first fight and then make peace...
Rome, wherever I will go you'll be in my heart...


Luca Zanna

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eBook by Gianluca Zanna copyright 2016

 The lifetime collection, documenting the emotional journey of a young man from Italy who made his dream for freedom a reality by coming to America.

Lyrics and Poemsby Gianluca Zanna