WHAT a treat my ears had the night before yesterday.
A FLYING AND GENTLE SPARROW.
05.01.08, 8:29pm
When the last
lights of a sunrise
disappear behind
a melody I hear
the song of
a beautiful sparrow,
the sound of a
rank and the rising
beginning now
reflecting the pain.
Arbours coloured
by a soft September
breeze delay in
the sunshine of a
beautiful morning,
and a loving
profile presents,
in a moment, the
taste of a dream.
The inner light
and the beautiful
and tender narrator
invent a mutable
moment, when
Christmas arrives;
I see a blackbird
singing the birth
of an ancient era,
the time of my
life, the care and
the reason.
In the resonant
cypress situated,
like a trembling
leaf, in the breath
of a novel and
innocent morning,
a sparrow alights
and always, in the
sun’s redness, a
delicate flake
discovers a dream.
In the amazing
song of a little
blackbird chanting
alone in a beautiful
dream I hear
glimmers of magical
quietness, the love
for the dark and
a tender idea
recalling the silence.
A FLYING AND GENTLE SPARROW.
05.01.08, 8:29pm
When the last
lights of a sunrise
disappear behind
a melody I hear
the song of
a beautiful sparrow,
the sound of a
rank and the rising
beginning now
reflecting the pain.
Francesco Sinibaldi
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PRUDENCE AND THE MELODY.
29.12.07, 8:30pm
Arbours coloured
by a soft September
breeze delay in
the sunshine of a
beautiful morning,
and a loving
profile presents,
in a moment, the
taste of a dream.
Francesco Sinibaldi
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THE INNER PART.
22.12.07, 8:39pm
The inner light
and the beautiful
and tender narrator
invent a mutable
moment, when
Christmas arrives;
I see a blackbird
singing the birth
of an ancient era,
the time of my
life, the care and
the reason.
Francesco Sinibaldi
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AT THE MERCY.
15.12.07, 8:29pm
In the resonant
cypress situated,
like a trembling
leaf, in the breath
of a novel and
innocent morning,
a sparrow alights
and always, in the
sun’s redness, a
delicate flake
discovers a dream.
Francesco Sinibaldi
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BREATHS AND BEAUTIFUL SOUNDS.
08.12.07, 8:40pm
In the amazing
song of a little
blackbird chanting
alone in a beautiful
dream I hear
glimmers of magical
quietness, the love
for the dark and
a tender idea
recalling the silence.
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Francesco Sinibaldi
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