Trippa d' uovo

Playing about ruins

Confession time: I've always wondered about the horns

San Pietro in Vincoli

This being the reason we are all there, cluttering the place

San Pietro in Vincoli

Skeleton dancing in the aisles

San Pietro in Vincoli

Where "vincoli" means bondage instead of alley

Saint Peter's chains.

Venturing into new places

San pietro in Vincoli

We are left with the last cherries

And the wards left without feeding the cats

Until the walls are all crumbling down

A land that held cactus at bay with a dream

Or a trick that lets you slip through the locks?

A passage through time

A retreat from the holidays

Rillettes de carottes au son d' avoine

In the greenery

But another storm brews - ready to be drunk with a squeeze of lemon

And mussels clutter about to exchange gossips

Stone guls still catch their fish

Peeping at the world from within

We roam in the company of left overs

Pretence couscous

Because he's so smooth

Stalking the crowds under a cover of greenery

Shy buildings steal peeks at the tourists

Rising to the challenge

Secret passages faded in sunlight

Here lurk saucy medusae

Spaghetti e fiori di zucca

And those who can't help being in the picture

And those who wouldn't come to the picture