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domenica 5 maggio 2013

Reading J. Keats

Divine beauty of Nature and Love,
hovers in the air a thought,
a robin free and proud,
intense light in his eyes deep and sincere
of painted image, a small reflection
of flare between the trees.
Return from the past a caress of poetry,
melts from the heart melancholy,
streets and buildings become lush gardens,
endless paths over the fences.
With the same intensity and harmony of colors,
I associate my soul to that flight,
so beautiful, perhaps, for its brevity,
so much life in the beating of wings,
infinite air for a noble purpose,
a robin free and proud disappeared in the woods,
taking away with him our true love.


Cristiano Bartolomei

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