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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351255" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Consolation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How agreeable it is not to be touring Italy this summer,<br>wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns.<br>How much better to cruise these local, familiar streets,<br>fully grasping the meaning of every roadsign and billboard<br>and all the sudden hand gestures of my compatriots.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are no abbeys here, no crumbling frescoes or famous<br>domes and there is no need to memorize a succession<br>of kings or tour the dripping corners of a dungeon.<br>No need to stand around a sarcophagus, see Napoleon's<br>little bed on Elba, or view the bones of a saint under glass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How much better to command the simple precinct of home<br>than be dwarfed by pillar, arch, and basilica.<br>Why hide my head in phrase books and wrinkled maps?<br>Why feed scenery into a hungry, one-eyes camera<br>eager to eat the world one monument at a time?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Instead of slouching in a caf&eacute; ignorant of the word for ice,<br>I will head down to the coffee shop and the waitress<br>known as Dot. I will slide into the flow of the morning<br>paper, all language barriers down,<br>rivers of idiom running freely, eggs over easy on the way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And after breakfast, I will not have to find someone<br>willing to photograph me with my arm around the owner.<br>I will not puzzle over the bill or record in a journal<br>what I had to eat and how the sun came in the window.<br>It is enough to climb back into the car</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as if it were the great car of English itself<br>and sounding my loud vernacular horn, speed off<br>down a road that will never lead to Rome, not even Bologna.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Billy+Collins">Billy Collins</a><div class=q>
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wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns.
How much better to cruise these local, familiar streets,
fully grasping the meaning of every roadsign and billboard
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