il dolce di non fare nienti (the sweet, of doing nothing)


Summers bliss through a meadows whisp
Breezy, snoozy, mellow is, easy peasy
Gelato dripping off the chin, the sun taking a lick of sin
Limone e cioccolato, crystal ice, a fine creamy vice
Butterfly’s flutter in silence, colors smooth as butter with brilliance
Inhaling the herb, picked off plants, mother earth doth grants
Floating like the monarch, enjoying a buzz thru the park
Grey sky’s or sunny, the sweet, of doing nothing, is Honey!
Come gli italiani in Napoli, Il Dolce di non fare nienti