Asia loves me.

That flower, standing alone near the light of a hayfield, appears like a child who\'s seeking her mother and here, just in front of a fountain, everything shines for giving the smile to that desperate weeping, dreaming the rhyme of a fabulous song; in this fine atmosphere, without any hope, there\'s a young bird that dies calling with care a responsible wisdom: hey darling, for the light of the future please, try to remember, Asia adores me...

Francesco Sinibaldi

The usual things.

A woman destroyed by hatred towards her daughter, in the end kills her while the seed of madness devours her head and a young bird escapes to follow the sun that now disappears. There\'s a voice in the dark: ladies and gentlemen, the usual things...

Francesco Sinibaldi

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Thanks Michelle...

And when everything shines calling the sorrow of a young bird that dies, while the soft song of a tender caprice appears near a hedge inviting the blackbird to run into space, when you, little darling, remains in your dreams for telling the future I observe, in the darkness, the magical song of
a graceful profile..

Francesco Sinibaldi

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Nel sole quel sorriso.

Al discostarsi del cielo
oltre il solco delle
primule in fiore noto
l\'augello che brilla
in silenzio, allor che
il sole di nuovo torna
donando il suo canto
alla voce del cuore;
il tremante pastore
dona il suo pianto
ove fugge l\'eterno,
e tenero m\'appare
il sapore del passato,
par d\'ella la pena
e ancor, mia speranza,
par quasi che il sole
diventi piu\' ombroso.

Francesco Sinibaldi

The sad desire of my youth.

Every day I call
that time and every
moment I think about
you, little darling,
for telling you that
my life has been
scared for that noise
that I call bringing
you a sort of melody.

Francesco Sinibaldi

I can tell you, she understands.../ The double “S”.
(other version)

She\'s one of my friends, we\'re in contact,
sometimes, just a pleasure for me; intelligence
guides her but even a sort of luminous wisdom,
she\'s always prepared to face every passion,
with a tender tranquility, near the sound of
a feeling; perhaps the most complete while
their favorite image appears with a smile that
calls that attraction and the breath of the future:
I tell you, my friend, when others don\'t get it
she\'s ready, for sure, she can understand...

Francesco Sinibaldi

I can tell you, she understands.../ The double “S”.

She\'s one of my friends, we\'re in contact,
sometimes; intelligence guides her but even
a sort of luminous wisdom, she\'s always
prepared to face every passion, with a tender
tranquility, near the sound of a feeling; perhaps
the most complete while their favorite image
appears with a smile that calls that attraction
and the breath of the future: I tell you, my friend,
when others don\'t get it she\'s ready, for sure, she
can understand...

Francesco Sinibaldi

Exactly the same thing...
(other version)

But it\'s really incredible, the same kind of
mechanism, the similar signal that shines
in the sentence to paint the connection with
a model of act; I\'m scared, I\'m surprised,
there\'s a perfect precision that comes from
the nothing and then, instead of believe it,
I run, I run very quickly to find in the darkness
the effective response: faster, move faster,
get your things, go, go, go...

Francesco Sinibaldi

Exactly the same thing...

But it\'s really incredible, the same kind of
mechanism, the similar signal that shines
in the sentence to paint the connection with
a model of act; I\'m scared, I\'m surprised,
there\'s a perfect precision that comes from
the nothing and then, instead of believe it,
I run, I run very quickly to find in the darkness
the effective response: go, go, go...

Francesco Sinibaldi

Ad integrazione del contenuto del pensiero proposto ieri
e relativo a Sylvia Plath devo precisare che il riferimento
alla “camera a gas”, espressione utilizzata per due volte
all\'interno del pensiero, deve intendersi nel senso di dover
paragonare il dolore dell\'artista, il proprio dolore personale,
a quello generale riguardante l\'Olocausto.
L\'artista, in base al pensiero, ha voluto creare una specie di
parallelo tra i due dolori per far comprendere la pesantezza
della propria esperienza esistenziale.

Francesco Sinibaldi