The Bus

We sometimes take the bus just for the ride!

There was no need
I was not going anywhere
I did not need to be anywhere
It was just an impulse

There was an empty road
An empty seat
So I took it
It was there

There were many seats
Offering similar views
Of similar places
But I sat near the window

I could see and be seen
The window of life
Capturing the movement
Of the day

I was thrown about
Knocked around
I bounced up and down
As we raced to our destination

The destination was not important
But to arrive was
Arrival meant something
I was travelling again

The bus emptied
The city's seeds flushed
Through the doors
And dripped into a waiting life

I sat on a warmed seat
And wondered
Should I take another bus
Or just stay on this one

This bus I knew the route
I had travelled its routine
And witnessed its contents
And knew what to expect

And I stayed
On my warm seat
With no timetable
And only the excitement of routine

The road with no crossroads

On the left is a large, rectangular field
Yellowing under the hot,midday sun
No shade, just torrid, blazing heat
The only life, is insect life
And it seems, for many of these,
It is too hot

 It is far too hot, hot on your feet hot
Flies rush to your lips and eyes
To capture saliva and moisture
And anything the body lets out
They are crazy with heat
And ignore the swipes of a sweaty hand

The flies, like me, are on a mission
They like me are maddened and frustrated
My salty, eyes cast mistily
To the right and scans another field
It is a multitude of browns and conveys barren
Even the weeds have withered

The brown field appears bereft of life
Without redemption
It awaits the rain, like we all do
To cool and wash away the
results of the heat
But everything seems dead

The rain, it is hoped, will nourish the soil
But what is there to be nourished?
Is it possible that life can survive this?
Can life emerge from the dust?
Can the land become green and lush?
And productive?

And in front, behind a windscreen of dead flies and gnats
A long, long road
Not winding at all
Straight but with gradients
Ups and downs
But the overall image is down

Down to the horizon
Where there isn't much
To talk about
Other than down
Other than road
That is long and straight

The road is without crossroads
Without intersections
Without junctions
There is no official way off this road
But many have tried
Tyre marks edge the side of the tarmac


The tarmac is sticky
Black puddles, inky splodges
Mingled with dust
Tracks appear to go nowhere
And maybe I like nowhere
Maybe it is a better place to go

Fun,Fantasies and Fannies

Now for any American reader, when I talk about fanny I am talking about my vagina.

Above is an American fanny!

                                           And here above is an UK fanny. Notice the difference!

 I know fanny for Americans means bum or ass. Which can cause problems. Think about an expression like 'Put your fanny on the seat'. Which is a common expression for sit down. Now if you said this in the Uk??????

I digress, but it is fun to digress!!! This blog is all about digression.

Now August is a hot, heady,sweaty month. It is also a time most Italians take a  break. It is a bit like the 4th July but without the British bit. It is when family and friends get together. It is a time for not working.

Nonethless, some people have to work. We have forest fires everyday where I live and I would hate all the firemen to take a break. By the way I like firemen!!!! I like the fantasy of a heroic fireman with large hose in hand coming to rescue me. And  I digress again!

Consequently, there are many people in and around Rome that are not doing what the rest are doing. Now, there is no need to get depressed about this. There are a lot of positives.

1. You are not going to be stuck in traffic for hours and hours.
2. You are not going to be stuck with relatives you do not particularly like.
3. You are not going to be stuck like a sardine on a crowded beach.
4. BUT you could be stuck in me!!!!

I am not going away over this period so will be available. And maybe as the weather is hot we should contemplate some very hot situations which we can remember for a long time. The game would be called the '3Fs', Fun,Fantasy and Fanny!!!!! Or even Fantasy,Fun and Fanny!!!!

We could even have 4Fs. Fantasy,Fun,Fanny and Fireworks!

I have lots of ideas about the things we could get up to but would like some suggestions.

 You can send them to  dariax@hotmail.co.uk

or if you want to make a date you can ring me on (0039) 3281769818

DARIA XXX