under the sicilian sun

In amongst all that euro trash jazz, unneccessary daytime sequins, those inappropriately dressed flesh baring older souls, all that botox and all that suffocating white lycra there were a few shining moments that caught my eye as I lay under the Sicilian sun. Like a mirage they were far off in the distance but they were there nonetheless and I thank them for restoring my faith in the Italian race, proof that...finchè c'è vita c'è speranza

-- Where there's life, there's hope --