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Submitted by
Name: Francesco Sinibaldi

Comments:
Le souffle des * * *ées.
( other version )

Je trouve dans
l'aube du matin
la douce atmosphère
d'une saison pleine
de grâce et alors,
quand le chant
de la neige revient
tendrement où l'eau
disparaît j'écoute,
en silence, la rime
des oiseaux...

Francesco Sinibaldi

Le souffle des * * *ées.
( third version )

Après avoir * * *é
aux mémoires
disparues je retrouve,
dans l'aube du matin,
la douce atmosphère
d'une saison pleine
de grâce et alors,
quand le chant
de la neige revient
tendrement où l'eau
est plus claire j'écoute,
en silence, la rime
des oiseaux...

Francesco Sinibaldi

Added: March 29, 2023

Submitted by
Name: Francesco Sinibaldi

Comments:
While death is walking alone.
( last version )

Like fear that
is shown in
the sound of
a permanent
weeping, through
the light of
frightened eyes
and then in
the shades of
a sullen portrait:
here comes the
death, carefully
dressed while
a mystery smile
is moving alone
through a complete
obscurity.

Francesco Sinibaldi

Added: January 8, 2023

Submitted by
Name: Francesco Sinibaldi

Comments:
While death is walking alone.
( third version )

Like fear that
is shown in
the sound of
a permanent
weeping, through
the light of
frightened eyes
and then in
the shades of
a sullen present:
here comes the
death, carefully
dressed while
a different smile
is describing
the pain.

Francesco Sinibaldi

Added: October 3, 2022

Submitted by
Name: Francesco Sinibaldi

Comments:
While death is walking alone.
( other version )

Like fear that
is shown in
the sound of
a permanent
weeping, through
the light of
frightened eyes
and then in
the shades of
a sullen present:
here comes the
death, carefully
dressed and with
a different smile...

Francesco Sinibaldi

Added: August 11, 2022

Submitted by
Name: Francesco Sinibaldi

Comments:
Una imagen viva.
( third version )

Amistoso canto
en el vivo
rayo de la fresca
mañana y una
rima templada
de nuevo regresa
cuando el sol,
besando los setos
y la dulce llanura,
exulta gozoso como
un soplo de luz:
siento la dicha en
mi frío corazón,
escucho el sonido
de ese viento
mistral...

Francesco Sinibaldi

Added: May 10, 2022

Submitted by
Name: Francesco Sinibaldi

Comments:
Una imagen viva.
( last version )

Amistoso canto
en el vivo
rayo de la fresca
mañana y una
rima templada
de nuevo regresa
cuando el sol,
besando los setos
y la dulce llanura,
exulta gozoso como
un soplo de luz:
siento la dicha en
mi frío corazón,
escucho el sonido
de ese viento
mistral que rápido
huye en el blanco
infinito...

Francesco Sinibaldi

Added: February 26, 2022

Submitted by
Name: Francesco Sinibaldi

Comments:
Comme la douceur.

La vida refulge,
un soplo de viento
difunde el suspiro
del eterno fulgor,
e quando lieto
e festoso fa ritorno
il passato e s'accende
di lumi quel ribaldo
infinito, dans un
son mystérieux je
sens le sourire
d'un matin fugitif,
le chant du soleil
et la voix lumineuse
d'un instant de
jeunesse: et alors,
walking alone through
the delicate foliage
I discern, in the song
of my heart, a
sensation of love...

Francesco Sinibaldi

Added: December 25, 2021

Submitted by
Name: Francesco Sinibaldi

Comments:
The candor of the summer.
( third version )

For the breath
of a soft wind
melancholy
leaves me giving
the rhymes of
the joyful birdies
and so, out of nowhere,
happiness returns
in the light of her
smile, with the
lasting impression
of an infinite love.

Francesco Sinibaldi

Added: November 10, 2021

Submitted by
Name: Francesco Sinibaldi

Comments:
La claridad de la mañana.
( last version )

La limpidez
del nuevo día
aparece constante
como un dulce
recuerdo que
invoca el amor;
siento el sonido
de las aves felices,
veo una mujer,
serena y tranquila,
lavar sus vestidos
en las límpidas
aguas del fresco
torrente: y así,
en mi alma, una
luz resplandece,
hermosa y profunda.

Francesco Sinibaldi

Added: October 4, 2021

Submitted by
Name: Francesco Sinibaldi

Comments:
The candor of the summer.
( last version )

For the breath
of a soft wind
melancholy
leaves me giving
the rhymes of
the joyful birdies
and so, out of nowhere,
happiness returns
in the light of her
smile, with the
lasting impression
of an infinite love:
I can find in the
darkness the trace
of a luminous
path...

Francesco Sinibaldi

Added: September 11, 2021