Hey, darling, when
the morning returns
and the transparent
light of a sun full
of joy is reaching the
river, it's a pleasure
to meet you; this
kind of felicity
is only that dream
so, little darling,
your typical smile
is a bird that escapes
through the land
of my darkness.

Francesco Sinibaldi

Dans le
ciel il y a le
désir d'un
tendre oiseau
qui chante
la jeunesse
d'un temps
disparu.

Francesco Sinibaldi

Apreciado amigo Zanetti he estado tratando de contactarte pero ha sido imposible. escribeme a mi correo. Laab