Hey, darling, when
the morning returns
and the transparent
light of a sun full
of joy is reaching the
river, it's a pleasure
to meet you; this
kind of felicity
is only that dream
so, little darling,
your typical smile
is a bird that escapes
through the land
of my darkness.
What a beautiful thing
is to watch with the
light of the dreams,
all seems unreal
and full of enigmas.

Francesco Sinibaldi