Many round gentle hills
all green of soft lawns,
and three houses on the top,
with roofs of red tiles:
a broad white road
that snakes in the middle,
just to welcome an Alfa,
mechanical interlude,
sublime scarlet hound!
it would be so nice
to have again the chance
to walk along that road
of our memories
of primary school boys,
that road full of bends
like our blond young teacher,
who, walking among the desks,
caressed our hair,
and made us feel coming
a lump up in our throat,
and we just didn't know why.