In the part of a melody...
( third version )

Near the ledge
of an ancient
farmhouse the
juvenile blackbird
is singing with
joy and this tender
happiness, like
a delicate breath,
touches the heaven
to cover the light
of a fugitive feeling:
you live in the
silence, your hesitant
motion is coming
alone to find
in the freedom
your usual strength...

Francesco Sinibaldi



In the part of a melody...
( last version )

Near the ledge
of an ancient
farmhouse the
juvenile blackbird
is singing with
joy and this tender
happiness, like
a delicate breath,
touches the heaven
to cover the light
of a fugitive feeling:
you live in the
silence, your hesitant
movement is coming
alone to find
in the freedom
your usual darkness...

Francesco Sinibaldi