Trieste, open. Trieste and welcomes the fray. Blue sea. Floating thoughts pushed from the pier to look far. And the return is in the heart and eyes. Eyes. Eyes that attract eyes and looking. Looks strong that caress the night.
devour images of the window. Greedy. Conscious of the past, the future at every turn, laugh unaware. Tickled by the awareness of not knowing, we take the eyes with your hands, tastes ever seen. It makes its way Trieste. In the eyes and mind.