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

Qué encanto
reposa en la tierna
atmósfera de la
fresca mañana:
esta es la
quietud en la
sombra del sol
dichoso y cantarín,
esto es el silencio
que recuerda el
amor.

Francesco Sinibaldi

Like fear that
is shown in
the sound of
a permanent
weeping, through
the light of
frightened eyes
and then in
the shades of
a sullen present:
here comes the
death, carefully
dressed and with
a different smile...

Francesco Sinibaldi

Ese dulce
sonido viene,
suavemente, como
el gozo que
recuerda la melodía
de los primeros
años, con el
fresco retrato
de la nueva
mañana.

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

Hello
columbia is Nice. Im from USA and i am in Columbia in vaccation.
Best greeting from USA.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=qpQpXquQ5II

Jajaja que risa, el burro hablando de orejas. En Venezuela la tasa de asesinatos es superior que en Colombia y si no chequeen esta pagina del banco mundial.
https://datos.bancomundial.org/indicador/VC.IHR.PSRC.P5
Colombia 31
Venezuela 54
Y eso que las cifras de Colombia son oficiales, mientras que las de Venezuela son un dato falso del gobierno, en realidad son 79 casi el triple.
https://prodavinci.com/blogs/las-muertes-por-violencia-en-venezuela-comparadas-con-el-mundo-por-anabella-abadi-m-numeralia/

italia se especializan en pastas, china es el arroz, colombia se especializa en extorsion muerte y secuestro ,

Una pagina venezolana hablando mal de Colombia... jajaja... es que no hay más nada que decir... jajajaja, un veneco hablando mal de cualquier otro país en el mundo.... jajajajaaj..... super comico¡¡¡