Sorrento Poem by Dejan Stojanovic

In a dream I had, my ideal woman had chosen Sorrento, on the Amalfi Coast, as a good place to forget the rest of the world and enjoy the constantly dreamy Tyrrhenian Sea and its Sun. To envision the passage of time and listen to the whispers of the sea which heard stories of lovers, passengers, strangers, sailors and was not shy to tell us some.

Disappearing in time and space, on the Piazza Tasso, swallowed by the Mediterranean spleen, in a state of instant epiphany, we saw the light in a new light. We heard history while gazing at the sea.

In a dreamy and mystical Sorrento borne from the sea, plants and trees told us their stories too—agave and the palm tree, lemon, pomegranate, figs, ancient olive trees—and how many affairs and tears they witnessed in all the years of Sorrento.