My darling, let's go and kiss, away from household monotony, let's play at being kids again. A kiss and a cuddle and then back home. Right up past Piazza Re di Roma and on towards the Castelli, we'll find somewhere secluded, a bush, a lonely lane, somewhere in the open, to give my girl some passionate kisses.
Slums, carcasses, endless suburbs. It would have been enough to just reach the Quarto Miglio, to end up at Sor Capanna's then turn around and go back home. But you did insist, so my love, to make you happy, I go round and round, backwards and forwards. Then suddenly on a bend I come across a bit of real Campagna Romana with oaks, acacias, wild asparagus and an endless tree-lined canyon. We kiss passionately, nature to nature, when we see an old guy come up the lane, quick on his feet and as fit as a teenager. Well dressed with a hippy rucksack,
'Good morning my dears, how you doing?' ,
'Well indeed, can't you see we're hugging and kissing?'.
'Well done, carry on', he returns, 'Don't waste a minute, and when you wish, be my guests, it's my pleasure'.
'Your guests, what do you mean?'.
'Of course.. I'm the prince of all that's seen, while I'm still around nothing will be changed, all will stay as it has been. No rubbish shall be dumped, no building done, so just carry on, having fun.'
I tilted my hat and bowed to the wise old Prince, then fumbled another few kisses, went back to Rome, but still haven't returned since.