MILANO

A strange city, so different of what i've ever seen,

I was said it's dull and grey, or smth in between,

But...really..to judge urself u need to see..

Sometimes it's wrapped all over with the misty fog waving from the sea..  

It's full of particular charms,

Here..the present and the past have opened their arms,

To rushing tourists and stylish businessmen,

And streets like Via Vittorio Emmanuele,  

Buenos Aires or Porta Ticineze can satisfy any shopping fan.  

And everything in here's so unique,

These narrow streets and loads of cars and crazy traffic,

It seems so rational and speedy in the daytime,

But surely this can't detract from charms Milano has,  

And when the nighttime comes, a sweet and tender

Voice of romance says: "this city can compete in beauty with many others!"   It's dark but full of light of street

lamps, cars' headlights,

nightclubs and shops glass windows're so bright,

It's quiet, but full of many noises:

cicadas' chattering, cars' horns and people's voices.  

The streets are full of Moroccan people

selling various knick-knacks, hats and beautiful roses.  

Navigli with lots of open-air cafes, in sounds of music

All lost in a heady cappuccino smell..  

There's so much witchery that's difficult to tell..

Canal's so calm, with bated breath and a wistful glance

Reflecting all this exciting mess at once.  

It's night..supposed to be..but life's flowing and it feels free,

To think, to love, to care and to enjoy and dare..  

Duomo is so still and solemn with all its 

magic Gothic craving for the sky..  

The emerald green of willowy parks,

So fresh and homely in the dark.

It's fascinating me to try the dewy leaves and grass with bare feet....

to walk like this or sit....  

Daisies, sequestering with me,

Are quivering like a bunch of startled birds

Under a velvet gust of wind..  

This city is a glut of richness, energy and throng,

The life is pulsing through its streets,

And everyone who says it's dull and grey

or smth in between is surely wrong,

And those who are not agree can scream themselves to fits,

'Cause it oozes life and love and passion,

And it's so amazingly keen,

A city both to be lived in and  

seen.......

Anna Ushakova

Milano by night

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