by Ata Motek the Po@
In spring
The birds sing
The flowers bring
Colors and great feeling
Oh Sicily
I don’t care about Mafia
And don’t dream about Abulafia
Savoca made my day
Cefalu took my breath away
Etna hasn’t erupted that day
I ate the pizza of my life
With the fork and the knife
And now I understand my mistake
Of leaving my old car
One week
Under a tall tree with red flowers
In Tel Aviv
In spring
In the outdoor … par…king…
















