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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Pendant que
l'œil revient dans
le chant d'un
passé très heureux
je marche, en
donnant une
lumière au souffle
d'un présent qui
m'appelle avec
douces mélodies.

Francesco Sinibaldi

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.

Francesco Sinibaldi

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.

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

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