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Tutta rossa
Completely red
Un giorno Frog andò
a Parigi. Aveva sentito dire che
i parigini sono persone molto
chic, per niente convenzionali,
un po’ trasgressive, anche.
Così per l’occasione scelse
una mise a cui era da un po’
che pensava, tutta rossa.
Faceva venire un po’ in mente
il rosso del Campari che,
già solo per associazione,
dà alla testa. E infatti ebbe
un gran successo. Vecchie
glorie dell’aristocrazia
come le Tuileries la contesero
ai festaioli Champs-Élysées.
A Place de Vosges
filosofeggiarono sulle sue
linee. Ma quella che proprio
se ne innamorò fu la Tour Eiffel.
Trovava irresistibile quella
base quadrata, bassa, larga,
agile. Così affine.
One day Frog went to Paris.
She’d been told that Parisians
were impossibly chic, unbound by
convention, and even rebellious,
to a certain extent. So that
evening, she decided to wear a
color she’d been longing to try
on – red, from dazzling backrest
to slender aluminium leg.
The red she sported was
reminiscent of Campari red,
and just by association alone,
that hue turned heads till they
were spinning. She was indeed
the belle of the ball. Great and
glorious names of the venerable
aristocracy such as the
Tuileries courted her eagerly,
vying against the giddily
revelrous Champs-Élysées.
The Place des Vosges philosophized
about her contours. But no one
fell for her so truly, badly,
and madly as the Eiffel Tower.
How could he not? That broad,
low, squared-off foundation,
so spirited.
