Empire of the heart You shake me to the core Fire-fused mountains  And crumbling foundations Hot as your passion For living untamed You bleed through me When my soul sings through The hot-baked clay Of flesh and bone You make me move To the dance of dying As if this day were my last And your roads lead to eternity Martyr lilies flower fair And the scent of basil Is fresh and pungent As the prayers to the Virgin Swirling up in smoking trails Your taste is on my tongue In eating or praying You burn my throat Like the … Continue reading Italia