Sometimes (often) progress and natural disasters can destroy real beauty and romance, especially with urban developments where economics and trade are the primary benefits.
In this piece, an old man reflects romantically back to the wonderous city of his youth in all its beauty and splendour, now sadly devoured and lost in time, sacrificed on the altar of industrialisation
Ragusa / Dubrovnik
You call to me alone
and the walls that embrace you
overlook the sea, in moonlight
Oh, through your streets I walk
by candle light and by star
Come back to me, oh come back to me
Ragusa, my old home
For you, I'll wait...
Your buildings shake and fall
The Church of the Souls of the Purgatory
Remaining still for all to see…