Alba
Fresca è l'aria di questa mattina
che nel silenzio ancor del presto
m'ha visto affacciarmi alla finestra
contemplando l'albeggiare.
Giochi di luci ed ombre
nel cielo del primo raggio
si rincorron tra nubi a strascico
che van accompagnando l'ultimo volto
di quel tenebroso notturno
ormai sulla via del passato.
Muta nel suo scuro è ancor la valle
cime di monti sfumati salgon a vista
tra il nebbioso in dissolvimento.
wedged between clouds
the sun dominates in battle
and reaching further and further into the chair
s'allargan rays in extended
hugs slowly landscape.
As peaks of ancient cathedrals
dress in their purest
rocky summits to the sky is staglian
beneath the blue that you are opening
to the delight of a clear day.
Breaking the silence
Breaking the silence
fresh foliage of the forest
the first rustling in the high salt
s'alzan song with birds in flight.
The first sounds of the sawmill
salgon away from the underlying
taking me to the reality of new life.
Down in the underlying gravel courtyard
new under the sun of peaceful days They come
clothes hung out to dry on wire
followed by rumors and maternal
already high are the first children of vocii
that running in the grass still wet
are hunting the black cat
afraid that hath been snuck onto
ended and now the defense looks down
while the dog lie in wait under
in a hoarse bark
are looking for a clumsy climb the trunk.
Nilodan LGP
16/07/2010
(Personal photo - Pomatt 2010 - Alba)
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