I saw Spring, between columns redesign cross arches and vaults, brought near fragile beauty all'insonne making the fleeting its flag; I am bluebells, violets and belledonne reflecting the sincere disposition, as awe of women lips under the lights of the evening. I saw the sun curly and his face and his eyes dew, that's a lot of harmony drops. Resonate among a few brisk steps, already, they do not know the way, but clinking together with joy.
Umberto F. M. Cefalà
- dedicata a Irene -
26/05/12
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