Paestum—Amalfi—Atrani—Ravello

This morning, when I was walking along the well-known temples of Paestum carrying a swallen bag with several mozzarellas floating inside (local buffallo mozzarella is by the way also well-known — and really is absolutely marvelous), I made up a quatrain, I would say ingenious.

Allora (to S.):

О, этот Юг, о, этот Пестум!
О, как их блеск меня тревожит!
Жизнь, как испорченное тесто,
Подняться хочет — и не может.
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