Piazza della Repubblica. Cortona.
Late September morning.

I walk through the square,
sunny stone all around,
chatty tables outside “Bar Cristallo”,
the clock tower  is watching over:
our old men
sitting on benches
talking about weather and bones;
tourists walking, admiring, taking pictures, laughing…
they have the “I’m so lucky to be here” look over their faces.

Suddenly:
an amazingly strong scent of red wine pervades the square.
Deliciously unexplainable.
A dream?

No, in the middle of the square I see
a man picking up the rests of three bottles of wine
from the ground.
(Cheeky plastic bags!)

With a big smile and an “I don’t mind, because I’m happy” look on his face
he elegantly reaches the nearest trash can
holding his wasted “souvenirs” he had just bought in the Piazza.

Life is a play.