The previous thirthy-three compositions form the collection called: 'VERY LITTLE - POCHISSIMO'. The following poem is the first of a new collection.

---------ODE TO ONELIA AVELAR-------

Inside the palace, the change of the guard was perceived
By the clang of lances on the stones, under the light of the torchs.
In the wide and deep thalamus the princess was near to the asleep prince ].
She got up, stood at the window.
Outside, a pale moon lit up the top of Vitosha.
She looked down, in the dark desert place.
She came out of the bedroom with a chandelabrum,
In the passage she lit it from a torch.
She came into a room full of books and laid the light on the desk.
She took a quill, dipped it in the inkstand,
The papyrus started to creak under the stroke of the princess.

Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello

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