WELCOME TO SETTEFRATI
by Dominik Rustici
I am but the ghost of those men
whom Erato loved then.
And I welcome you to this place
which perhaps gave birth to your race.
Here are children running amok
There are girls in state of shock.
Pray you as our church bell ring
listen to the melodious virgins sing.
And when in the throng you see a thief,
Do not let this give you grief.
Sip instead the icy waters of our fountains
take in the majesty of our mountains.
Here you are among strangers and kin,
so let the celebration begin
see the old church all afire,
let your soul be filled with desire.
There are rides for your little queens,
There is a concert for your teens.
For the elders there is a band,
at times the best in the land.
Admire the orderly procession
with pilgrims begging intercession
from that Lady so severe and serene,
Who, we know, will surely intervene.
See now the sky all aglow
With grenades descending slow.
Store these beautiful memories
which will gladden your reveries.
And when you decide to depart,
take of this place a part,
Take the best take itís calm,
which will be for you a balm.
So when you are old and gray
think of this place I pray.
it certainly will ease your pain
and your life will not have been in vain.