by Giacomo Puccini (1858 - 1924)
Translation by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

Giacomo Puccini to a friend
Language: English  after the Italian (Italiano) 
    Paris 10 May 1898
I am sick of Paris! I am sick of panting for the fragrant wood,
for the free movement of my belly in wide trousers and no
waistcoat; I pant, I pant after the wind that blows free and
fragrant from the sea; I savor with wide flaring nostrils its
salty breath, and stretch my lungs to breathe it all! I hate
pavements! I hate palaces! I hate capitals! I hate columns
of marble! I love the beautiful column of poplar and fir; I love
the vault of shady glades; I love the green expanse of cool
shelter in forest old or young; I love the blackbird in flight;
I love the woodpecker, seagull, and lark! I hate the horse,
the cat and the toy dog! I hate the steamer, the top hat, the
dress coat, and I hate Paris!

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This text was added to the website: 2010-12-16
Line count: 13
Word count: 144