lunedì 13 maggio 2013


Smile at your first star of the Summer night,
your song of love spreads between thin melancholy
and dreams, prayers unreachable
deep in your universe.
The secret of Nature is in your hands,
takes you away with the wind in your fingers
to the sky,
soft is the return to your lonely road,
paths of firs lead to your being,
kneeling awakens your heart
between the ancient images of Paradise.
Lord, forgive me if I did not believe in you,
forgive my desires of simple serenity
and well-being,
I just want the life for people I love,
so that the eternity of this sea
exeeds my  last breath of hope.

Cristiano Bartolomei