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[Francesco Sinibaldi]

The inner part.

The inner light
and the beautiful
and tender narrator
invent a mutable
moment, when
Christmas arrives;
I see a blackbird
singing the birth
of an ancient era,
the time of my
life, the care and
the reason.

[Francesco Sinibaldi]

Prudence and the melody.

Arbours coloured
by a soft September
breeze delay in
the sunshine of a
beautiful morning,
and a loving
profile presents,
in a moment, the
taste of a dream.

Francesco Sinibaldi

[Francesco Sinibaldi]

A flying and gentle sparrow.

When the last
lights of a sunrise
disappear behind
a melody I hear
the song of
a beautiful sparrow,
the sound of a
rank and the rising
beginning now
reflecting the pain.

Francesco Sinibaldi

[Francesco Sinibaldi]

In the cold of my own.

Last night,
with a wispher
in the sunshine
of a melody, I tried
to invent the
sound of a tender
emotion and also
my life discovered
the minute and
a beautiful child.

Francesco Sinibaldi

[Francesco Sinibaldi]

The sun and the blackbird.

Like a nightingale
coming back in the
dark I hear a
glimmer escaping
in the twigs of
a quietness, and
finally a martin,
smiling and tender.

Francesco Sinibaldi