<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397887" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Early one afternoon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Early one afternoon<br>I walked through the streets <br>of a small village<br>and it had to be in Italy<br>and was probably in Corona<br>or Tuscany.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a Baker with a white overcoat<br>and white hat on his head<br>rang on his bike’s bell for me<br>and pedalled pass, <br>with an old green bike<br>at the Pizza Palour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There were long white breads<br>and green wine bottles, <br>in the baskets of his bicycle<br>and he had a big bush<br>of red blue lanvender flowers in one hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Across from me there were three small tables<br>with white table-covers, <br>at the Villa Toscana<br>and I could read some dishes<br>from the menu on the wall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the wall a young woman<br>with dark hair and an indigo dress <br>laughed sharp and bright, <br>while she waited<br>that a well built waitress<br>pour some more wine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The image of the beautiful waitress<br>with black hair and deep dark eyes, <br>that bends forward <br>still stays with me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In front of me at Le Art<br>there were a row of paintings, <br>depicting nudes to the finest detail<br>on painter’s easels.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I walked nearer<br>and I could see rows of violet lavender bushes<br>against the ridge in the distance<br>and Villa’s, that stand yellow gold<br>up on the hill<br>and looked impressive <br>against the deep blue sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I got back to myself<br>I was at the fountain<br>in front of the mural<br>in our garden<br>and the golden Persian cat, <br>watched me from the top of the wall<br>with a woolly tail that curled down<br>and it looked with golden eyes at me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Reference: Tuscan mural by Mandi. See the painting at my webpage: http: //www.mabooki.com/poems/display/1417_Early_one_af ternoon.htm]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397887" data-title="Early one afternoon de Gert Strydom" data-description="Early one afternoon I walked through the streets of a small village and it had to be in Italy and was probably in Corona or Tuscany. a Baker with a white overcoat and white hat on his head rang on his bike’s bell for me and pedalled pass, wit..."></div> </div> </div>

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