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Risvegli

  1. 1. F. Papetti Petit Fleurs Risvegli Rememberin g Reveils Disegni e testo di Gabriella Sincro
  2. 2. Gelo!… Nebbia. bianco lenzuolo funebre sui palazzi e sull’acqua del fiume che, a tratti, si confonde con il cielo Rami stecchiti che sembrano invocare pietà ad un cielo muto ed indifferente.. La stessa indifferenza muta contro la quale cozza la mia disperazione. Grida gioiose. Gabbiani che si rincorrono.. Seguo con lo sguardo… I primi accenni ai giochi d’amore?
  3. 3. No! Non lenzuolo funebre, la nebbia, ma coperta amorevolmente stesa sulla Natura addormentata. Tra poco sarà primavera e le braccia monche degli alberi nuovamente si riempiranno di germogli, fiori, foglie. Cielo ed acqua di nuovo mostreranno il loro azzurro splendore! Niente muore, nell’eterno ciclo della vita! Tutto si addormenta, per risvegliarsi a tempo debito… O, al massimo, assume altre forme!
  4. 4. Cuore mio, tieni dentro di te. gelosamente, come gemma preziosissima, il ricordo di dolcezze infinite ormai perdute. Ma non permettere al Altri germogli sono rimpianto di pronti a invadere tutto lo trasformarsi in spazio! se tu Sorrido…Sì, sorrido! fiori, . permetterai loro Anche se sul sorriso scivolano ancora di spuntare sui tante lacrime.. rami ora stecchiti!! CLICK French
  5. 5. Revils Gel..Brouillard.. Blanc linceul sur les Rien ne meurt dans le cycle palais et sur l’eau du fleuve qui, par éternel de la vie! Tout s’endort moments, se confond avec le ciel pour se réveiller en temps dû… ou, au maximum, pour assumer Branches raides qui semblent invoquer d’autres formes. pitié à un ciel muet et indifférent.. La même indifference muette contre Mon coeur, garde en laquelle cogne mon désespoir toi, jalousement, comme pierre Cris joyeux. Mouettes qui se trés précieuse, le souvenir poursuivent.. d’infinies douceurs deshormais perdues. Je les suis du regard … Les premières ébauches aux jeux d’amour? Non! Pas Mais ne promet pas au regret de linceul le brouillard, mais d’envahir tout l’espace! amoureuse couverture tendue sur la D’autres bourgeons sont prêts à nature endormie! se transformer en fleurs, si tu leur permetteras de pointer sur Bientôt le printemps, et les branches les branches à présent mortes!! amputées des arbres se rempliront à noveau de bourgeons, fleures, feuilles. Je souris… oui, je souris! Même Ciel et eau à nouveau montrerons leur si sur mon sourire glissent splendeur bleue! encore tant de larmes CLICK English
  6. 6. Remembering White shroud In a short while Spring will be here and over the buildings Nothing dies, tree mutilated arms in Life eternal flow! Will be filled anew with sprouts, flowers, Everything falls asleep, A leaves. nd the river water that, at points, mingles with the sky… Sky and water will show again their blue Dry branches which seem t splendour! o invoke the pity of a mute Nothing dies, in Life eternal flow. And indifferent sky… Everything falls asleep, to wake up at due time… Or, when not, takes up other The same mute indifference forms! Against which my despair knocks up … Cries of joy. My heart, keep jealously, inside yourself, Seagulls running after each other … as a very precious stone, I am following with my eyes … the memory of the numberless sweets A hint at the first love games? now lost. But don’t allow regrets to invade all the No! Not a shroud, not fog, space! but a blanket lovingly Other buds are ready to turn into Spread over sleeping Nature. flowers, if you allow them to sprout on In a short while Spring the twigs now dry!! will be here and tree I am smiling … yes, smiling! mutilated arms Even if the smile is still covered with Will be filled anew with sprouts, plenty of tears... flowers, leaves. dianabreton@gmail.com – www.gabriellla.it (3 L)

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