‘E palumme

Miezojuorno. Coce ‘o sole…
                e vuje state ‘int”o ciardino,
                sott”e ffronne ‘e mandarino,
                ‘mmiez’ô gghianco d”e llenzole
                                                spase ô sole…

                          E na chiorma ‘e palummielle,
                          vola, vola attuorno a vuje
                          ca lle date ‘e mullechelle…
                          Spuzzuléa, po’ se ne fuje
                          chesta chiorma ‘e palummielle….

                Accussí, pe’ ‘sta passione
                ca mme struje,
                volano sempe, volano
                tutt”e penziere mieje…attuorno a vuje!…

                                                             II

                Ma pecché, sbattenno ‘e mmane,
                ma pecché vuje n”e ccacciate
                sti palumme aggraziate,
                mentre po’ lle date ‘o ppane,
                                                ‘mmiez’ê mmane?!…

                          Se ne vanno ‘ncopp”o mare,
                          p”e mmarine, a duje a duje,
                          ‘ncopp”e titte, ‘e campanare,
                          e po’ tornano addu vuje…
                          Se ne vanno ‘ncopp”o mare…

                Accussí, pe’ ‘sta passione
                ca mme struje,
                si n”e ccacciate, tornano
                tutt”e penziere mieje…attuorno a vuje!…