La strada
Intro
A road vanishes into the haze near the horizon.
From the horizon, the Gypsy is coming. They were new gypsies, young men and women who knew only their own language, handsome specimens with oily skins and intelligent hands, whose dances and music sowed a panic of uproarious joy through the streets, with apparatus to make a person forget his bad memories, and the poultice to lose time, and a thousand more inventions so ingenious and unusual. They lived by the road, died on it, and was buried in it.
