High on a balcony br overhanging Amalfi br br we live & love br the summer away. br br Poems creep br into books br br paintings invade br pages. br br I serenading you br with the only other Italian I know br an old nursery rhyme br which I, not knowing br br the tune br sing to either br br Santa Lucia br or br O Sole Mio. br br “Farfallina...bella Bianca. br (Beautiful white butterfly) br br Vola! Vola...mai si stanca. br (Flying...flying...without rest) br br Gira qua...Gira la! br (Turning here...turning there) br br Poi si resta sul balcon. br (then resting on the balcony) .