The invitation for that late afternoon
Caught you by surprise and you made yourself go
Unwillingly.
You had figured a high tea with a muffled
Fragrance of butter and jasmine, edgy
Smiles of courtesy and glances done up of
Trivial curiosity, under an
Unlikely neon light.
Actually, you were greeted by a different atmosphere
In the boudoir –adorned with lightweight stucco work
Floating on the domed ceiling–
A breath of the same color orange
Considerately withered as the
Sunset.
Yet, with the same insubstantiality as that.
Una descrizione meraviglioso. Un evento vita interessante. Grazie per la condivisione, Sir. I hope my translation (from Google) was accurate. I was enthralled
dear Kelly, thank you so much! Mi ha fatto molto piacere il tuo commento. Grazie!
That scene comes from my past life (I was 26/27) : I had met a countess......... AHHHHHH....... QUESTA STORIA NON ME L'AVEVI RACCONTATA!)))))))))) ora ti scopro gli altarini))
A charming account of the difference between expectations of a tea, and the reality. Fascinating details of the poem's origins.
memories from my.. past life.. :) thank you so much for your truly kind comment, dear Michael