The open doors of the immensity.

The smile of the sunshine accompanies them in the beloved stroll along the paths of the valley and in these magic moments their attention is turned to the sounds of the young birds singing the chorus that lives in the tenderness of the meadows full of flowers blooming while the touch of the villager bell remembers that everything is destined to die leaving the trace of a solitary passage.
When a glimmer of light settles on the pond surface reflecting the movement of the leaves creating the dance of a trembling emotion they decide to stop for observing the stunning colors of the nature and so, after having sat on a bench situated close to a garden, this sweet couple in love relives with the thought the happiest moments of a serene existence lived in the certainty of a strong and sincere feeling.
While the wind blows bringing a sensation of nostalgic quietness and the sunset is arriving with the fleeting light of a fugitive ray they resume their walk reaching the top of a hill and here, sitting on the wet grass, their look runs in the immensity searching the glimmer of a constant faith.


Song of life.

And when the song of a free bird is touching
the sunset to follow the trail of an inner happiness,
while the flame of the candor is spreading again
for giving the silence and a fugitive smile, when
everything shines and time, with a soft wind, is
running away I can feel, in my heart, a glimmer
of life that always remains...

Song of life.

And when the song of a free bird is touching
the sunset to follow the trail of an inner happiness,
while the flame of the candor is spreading again
for giving the silence and a fugitive smile, when
everything shines and time, with a soft wind, is
running away I can feel, in my heart, a glimmer
of life that always remains...

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Cantando dichoso
sobre la cima
de la montaña
siento el sonido
del viento que
sopla en el
brillo del día;
un ave pequeña
me invita a
donar una dulce
armonía, y la
rima regresa.

Francesco Sinibaldi

Ese dulce
sonido viene,
suavemente, como
el gozo que
recuerda la melodía
de los primeros
años, con el
fresco retrato
de la nueva
mañana.

Francesco Sinibaldi

Je demande le sourire du soleil.

Il pleut, dans
les souffles du
vent qui touche
les murs de
l'église, pendant
que l'oiseau
invite les
lumières à
rentrer dans
les fleurs...

Francesco Sinibaldi

excelente pagina
me gustaría trabajar como voluntario.

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