I'll second that sentiment.Pro or not, you are still bloody good!
[J. Rodolfo Wilcock, Poesie, Milano, Adelphi 1996, p. 159]A Velletri
Sono andato fino alla fermata dell’autobus,
mi sono seduto sul muretto del ponte:
la mia ombra era l’ombra di un giovane,
ma anch’io sono l’ombra di un giovane.
In Velletri
I went as far as the bus stop,
I sat on the little wall of the bridge:
my shadow was the shadow of a young man,
but I too am the shadow of a young man.
So did my father.My mom always cut heads off...
the second was deliberate
That's because the first one has no mouth.the second one is talking to me more.