There is no one to describe what I see,
my soul is still crying the joy
also this morning,
as yesterday and tomorrow.
Old buildings keeping their secrets...
Go on despite the fear
of loosing your mind
in front of all this beauty.
A painter 's spectacular work,
missing fog, has betrayed my mornings.
'I like the brightness', he said
and I had to let him alone.
A musician unable to make a song
about the sky's colors at dawn.
'Vedi Napoli puoi mori'...
the songs he was writing were
only for entertainment, he said
Thank you, Joy giver
for keeping the beauty awake

Clava Ghirca

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