the tidy woman has no such joys as these.
Lost for months my Italian workbooks
five years of exercises, jokes and learning to
lap my tongue around that teasing language - lost!
now today when Brian unearths them
from the depths of a bureau drawer where
I had put them safe and then forgotten
it's like meeting an old lost friend again!
From "Franco ha un vestito blu" and
"Brutta stronza!", to "Non Sono Quà"
it maps as well a magic friendship,
born bizarrely in a storm.
Lessons at the Paris mosque,
in cafés, Tunisia, Sardinia and more
but more, a friend to really talk with
e che mi manca perchè non sono là
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