the silence of Rome

I weep for the beauty of Rome. I weep for the uncapturable past, for the love left prisoner in its marble, its stone, its brickways, its earth, its umbrella pines and cypress and magnolia trees and climbing pink wisteria and bursting blue forget-me-nots, for its blue and purple and orange and flame red skies, for its siren call of fountains and birds, for the echoes no-one hears in its piazzas for 30 days as it lies empty, waiting.

Rome is the eternal city. Rome is the city of light and the city of love. Rome is the city of shadows and the city of echoes. Rome unfolds endless beauty.

Il Silenzio di Roma video by Luigi Palumbo / invidio.it