La City dei TartariOverbooking (A song for London)

  Hail the melting colours Of chinese and african kids Playing 'catch me' on a crowded tube Enjoy a wild mud walk With your daughters Down Wimbledon Common Julius Caesar observed the Thames Valley ...

Hail the melting colours

Of chinese and african kids

Playing ‘catch me’ on a crowded tube

Enjoy a wild mud walk

With your daughters

Down Wimbledon Common

Julius Caesar observed the Thames Valley from the top of that hill, you repeat,

Before William and Elisabeth

Before everything was built, handmade, stratified, destroyed and rebuilt tens of times

Honour the business traveller,

suited and ready for a negotiation

or an early night sleep after a sandwich club

Respect the cleaning ladies as they chat and laugh in every corner of Canary Wharf

As the finance mistaken heroes consume their monies

Into an Elsewhere of lower density and intensity

Yet they gasp for action and more stories of failure and success to tell

To skinny Essex girls

Love the airport attendant, with his cockney accent and pakistani smile

While he points you to the check-in

Cherish the spanish accent of the airline employee

As she tells you’re in overbooking

And that you should stay or you should go. Nowhere 

Smile her back, with your Italian flair

And the sense of acceptance

That only frequent travellers develop

Because you are stuck in London

Like for a bee to be imprisoned by a rose

Suspend your judgement on weird hairdoes

Funky shoes and short but bright socks

Love London

Love the tube, the buses, the silent streets and the busy alleys

Love its construct of hope and desire

Like bricks layered with tears and sweat as cement

Listen to Never Agains and Forever maybes sung by gospels choirs, during friday prayers, via buddhist chants, jewish hymns, danced away during rave parties or discussed to death at your local thursday night book clubs.

Protect London

Her treasury or debt of gratitude

For generations to come

Save the Proper Queen

This female snake randomly sitting across the plane

Kissed by rivers, canals and this little flicker of hope

we call now home

Save the smell of rancid chips

From the local pub

And the locals smiling at you

With a degree of enthusiasm

Correlated to the pints they drank

Sing in tune Jerusalem or any other glorious anthem, from a dixie number to what Johnny Rotten told us

No future, because the future happens everyday in London

Thanks to us

The city a multicultural and pluriethnic brain

Protect all this and England, Scotland, Wales will follow

Protect this unique sense of belonging

and Europe will get there, eventually

Forget the violence

Forgive the radicals

But get through the tick of people, ideas, hands and bags

Till you see the river banks and along it

All this multicoloured and constantly inspired humanity

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