Chapter 15 European Tour (2)

(Next, the poem wrote about the Roman arena, but seeing the half of the wall, I couldn't help crying.) The sound of shouting and killing, the roar of tigers Bloody fun Fascinating only able The only thing to watch with the predecessors is the emptiness dignitaries turned into clouds descendants of spartacus but it goes on and on Paying homage to the victories of the ancestors sword of hatred guardian hero Under his tall figure stood a few fashionable teenagers with cigarettes in their mouths red wine turns to rain The rain washed Rome's civilization Roman civilization as the rain goes by

The streets are full of people buying tickets to watch movies The road is crowded with cars going out to play They surrounded the ancient Roman arena And he, looking sadly and lonely in the distance, Rome's days are holidays holiday must be in rome road to rome is the ends of the earth The mouth of the scary monster is always open Waiting for generations of cheaters to put their hands in And Old Man Time, the most insidious liar having fun The stone pillars of the Roman theater are like the annual rings of the glory days Fracture of the pillar Undoubtedly the end of that period of history

theater play has stopped And the joys and sorrows of human beings still going on generations of actors are in costume waiting for the applause of their only audience god I want to come to this theater the most must be the queen of egypt I don't want to be here every day must have loved her caesar The box that never comes What awaits is the drunkard on the streets of Rome on that old train station Passengers wait for the old train to wake up creak Civilization gone two thousand years (Then there is Florence, exotic and unique, so fascinating. Those moving paintings reflect the stories that Florence can't tell.) Lira replaced gold coins

euro replaced lira Opera replaced the folk songs that only flutter in the fields disco replaced opera Only the colorful underground trains always use Latin music The silent corridor only the sun is painting her ground The man in the painting who has been asleep for thousands of years waiting for someone to wake her up da vinci is still walking just leave no footprints lead us Back to that sunny day 600 years ago with the thunder of a guitar tear up the sky mona lisa smiles Laughing and praising the hippies of Florence through the oppressive night Only bare lower body can feel the sunshine

That's when the Divine Comedy will really sound David, his hard muscles Bringing out the beauty of Venus's missing arms yesterday no one can connect No heart, attend the last supper With heart, focus on the death of God after dinner waiting Have breakfast with him covered by the morning glow Stroll through the ancient bridge that has experienced vicissitudes leading to more than Across the River the Glorious Revolution war of independence it started here ... When the bus arrived, we had to end this unfinished poem.We have the intention to continue the content of the Mediterranean and Sicily, and conceive a complete Italian trip, however, there is no time to complete it.