Postal

this side of the island

the pier and the old town

date back a long time

but the city is a poem

not grown. is always the same.

Squeegee the same day:

the same hill of the cross

exile sources and strong

churches, legends, houses

narrow streets, promenades

gates, iron balconies

poets, alleys, rooftops

serenades, slander

boats, street trading sessions

stonework, unloved

rivers (ground, temple and beds

fish and stilts)

slopes, pretty girls

modesty and love in windows

tiled houses.

city ​​in formal attire

dressed in colonial

my world, my jewelry box

My health, my postcard.

breeze of ebb tide

unique in the country.

quiet inn on the water

paths made history.

people, come to see St. Louis.

St. Louis is a Love.