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L'amour, la poésie, le chant de l'éternité...
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Comme la pluie
de septembre
l'amour se dissipe
en laissant une
lumière où le chant
du matin se transforme
en poésie puis, d'un
seul coup, la mort
réapparaît et l'oiseau,
sans puissance, tombe
de la branche pour
trouver l'harmonie
des ténèbres mystérieuses:
l'amour, la poésie,
la chanson des
* * *ées...

Francesco Sinibaldi
Added: June 11, 2023
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Le souffle des * * *ées.
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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
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While death is walking alone.
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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
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While death is walking alone.
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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
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Name: Francesco Sinibaldi
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While death is walking alone.
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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
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Una imagen viva.
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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...

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Added: May 10, 2022
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Una imagen viva.
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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
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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
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The candor of the summer.
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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.

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Added: November 10, 2021
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La claridad de la mañana.
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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
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