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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En el canto de
la noche brilla la
luz del amor infinito
y en esta magia
cada cosa adquiere
un aspecto distinto,
con un tierno sonido
que dona el candor.
Pero esta mágica luz
es fuente de extremo
sufrimiento, como
la noche que viene
para morir donando
a la estrella el miedo
perpetuo.

Francesco Sinibaldi

Dans les ombres
de la nuit une
étoile apparaît en
donnant la lumière
de la douce espérance,
c'est l'étoile de tes
rêves, le portrait
perpétuel qui revient
dans le noir pour
décrire le sourire
d'une jeune fille
qui s'enfuit...

Francesco Sinibaldi

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

Si le soleil
parvient sur les
yeux d'un rêve
fugitif la tendre
jeunesse, décrite
par un chant qui
semble perpétuel,
exprime l'harmonie
des cœurs pleins
de grâce: je vois la
lumière quand le
vent disparaît en
laissant la quiétude.

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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