Even elderly sphinges put on a green mantle in celebration

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Buon compleanno, Amore.

Ancient laurel trees bloom amongst fallen temples

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Gracing monuments with blooms

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The weather holds, a fragile mirage

Via Merulana

We'll be eating flowers next and hoping for the best

She looks out but dares not trust her luck

Ribbons tied to the trees like prayers

Ominous signs are all over the lawn

Hidden reflections are showing deceptive signs of spring

Alien hippies tossing their locks to the winds

You can hear demons sniggering amongst the blooms

A little sweetness and mystery beckons

Cannellini bean paste with ginger - and whipped cream

Oh yes. He's the great. Snoozaaator...

Setting table for imaginary meals with forgotten friends

Mocking demons that lurk at the back of our collective minds

And ring doorbells in the night before running away in the rain

They coil and recoil like broken pocket watches

Sometimes I go out at night to catch my dreams scrawled all over sunken cathedrals

Sometimes it takes that much - or that little - to make the world a better place

Sleeping everything off to an art

Here's to wishful thinking

Tigerfish swimming in a sea of rust

Let's salute the flag of the rust republic

Let's have a look at the effect of spring

I almost forgot to update for the week!

Let them eat fish!

Let's protest

And saints look away in digust

Spying gulls just pretend they are bits of fallen ruins

While putti demand full light on the whole scandal

To be found later, oggling cakes in a window