When it rains the gardens
of Lecce turn green again..
There is a reek of damp
in the streets which sears
our nostrils. Oh, if my
heavens were yours, too!
It was in the shadow
of wisteria bowers that we
kissed for the first time,
a green caress
which makes you swoon.
- Oh my God, how sweet now remembering is! -
When it rains the gardens
bloom again with vivid colors.
You can hear the pattering
of raindrops which beat
to the rhythm of strange melodies.
In unison are the concert of our hearts
and our velvety breathing...
which flows shudderingly.
When it rains the gardens
of Lecce come back to life
and the crack of a whip
in the sky floods us
with a silver flash.
