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In a symphony.In the lightof a symphonythere’s a charmingintention, andalso that fortune;there’s a littledesire and thesound of abeautiful noise….Francesco Sinibaldi
Flag of the world.It’ s beautiful,for me, to speak about the dream of a tired book,with a noisein my heartthat stands inthe melody likea starry behaviour.Francesco Sinibaldi
Inner relief.The vertexof a mountainappears overa rainbow,where the lightof my dreamsdescribes in thewill a perpetualdesire. Francesco Sinibaldi
Like a star in the sky.That shiningstar reappearslike a final touch near avigorous cliff;and alwaysremains, witha little intentionin the careof your sight.Francesco Sinibaldi
Some steps in the wind…I hear, inthe strengththat alwaysremains, thedelicate rhymes of a deepsensibility, andeven a pleasurewhere the sun-rise appears…Francesco Sinibaldi
Flint of wood.The thornof a red roseappears in the light of September, andthere, in thecare of thedarkness, a littlechamois discovers a fate….Francesco Sinibaldi
The sunshine here.Here isthe sunshine, with delicaterays and thesound of alight breeze:and this ismy care, wheneverythingshines and thenight fades away.Francesco Sinibaldi
A moving spirit.
There’s a
moving and
delicate spirit
here, in my
mind, like
a pretty desire
in the light
of a young
dove.
Francesco Sinibaldi
The damask rose.
Often, when
a green and
delicate rose
appears near an
hopeful hedge,
a passing cloud
invents an emotion,
and even a smile,
like beautiful
thoughts in the
sun of your song.
Francesco
Sinibaldi
La finesse d’un amour.La triste atmosphère d’un son mélodique ranime dans l’obscurité d’une voix perpétuelle et riche d’harmonie,comme le souffle du soleil, commele chant de lavie qui toujours disparaît….. Francesco Sinibaldi
In a symphony.In the lightof a symphonythere’s a charmingintention, andalso that fortune;there’s a littledesire and thesound of abeautiful noise….Francesco Sinibaldi
Flag of the world.It’ s beautiful,for me, to speak about the dream of a tired book,with a noisein my heartthat stands inthe melody likea starry behaviour.Francesco Sinibaldi
Inner relief.The vertexof a mountainappears overa rainbow,where the lightof my dreamsdescribes in thewill a perpetualdesire. Francesco Sinibaldi
Like a star in the sky.That shiningstar reappearslike a final touch near avigorous cliff;and alwaysremains, witha little intentionin the careof your sight.Francesco Sinibaldi
Some steps in the wind…I hear, inthe strengththat alwaysremains, thedelicate rhymes of a deepsensibility, andeven a pleasurewhere the sun-rise appears…Francesco Sinibaldi
Flint of wood.The thornof a red roseappears in the light of September, andthere, in thecare of thedarkness, a littlechamois discovers a fate….Francesco Sinibaldi
The sunshine here.Here isthe sunshine, with delicaterays and thesound of alight breeze:and this ismy care, wheneverythingshines and thenight fades away.Francesco Sinibaldi
A moving spirit.
There’s a
moving and
delicate spirit
here, in my
mind, like
a pretty desire
in the light
of a young
dove.
Francesco Sinibaldi
The damask rose.
Often, when
a green and
delicate rose
appears near an
hopeful hedge,
a passing cloud
invents an emotion,
and even a smile,
like beautiful
thoughts in the
sun of your song.
Francesco
Sinibaldi
La finesse d’un amour.La triste atmosphère d’un son mélodique ranime dans l’obscurité d’une voix perpétuelle et riche d’harmonie,comme le souffle du soleil, commele chant de lavie qui toujours disparaît….. Francesco Sinibaldi