I was desperrately happy
that day of August ’78
Saying to myself:
“Finally, New York will be at my feet!”
My lover hugging me tight
When, suddenly, to my surprise
I find myself looking down on Manhattan
So far below.
From the top of the World Trade Centre
il all seemed so small
A scene beyond imagination.
Whooping, wooping with joy
The wind, catching me unaware
Tugs at my hair, like a jealous suitor
Who wants to take me flyng with him
Over New York to show me that
There is nothing above us but, the heaven…
Nina Lavieri