Ligurian Villages
Something deep inside her always stirred
when the winding road descended
towards
yet another village by the sea.
The houses,
never built
according to a perfect plan.
Leaning into one another,
offering support,
shade,
protection.
Loved by millions,
photographed from every angle,
they were constantly being repaired
one tiny detail at a time.
Not with precision,
but
with love and attention.
Perhaps that’s the real secret of Italy.
Italians
understand
better than anyone
that a village
is not a collection of houses.
It is a shared spirit.
A quiet agreement that says:
If we can, we will.
The charm was never born from perfection,
but from generations
building something together.
She smiled.
Perhaps people,
just like villages,
were never meant
to stand alone.
She walked on.
The village stayed with her.
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