Imagine a summer night
hanging from the ceiling and the stars and moon
light that the wind Dance of Love
the ancient lullabies.
Imagine the murmur of the wave
exuberance that makes cricket
voice choir
sea spray and puffs of fragrant flowers upwind
hours. Imagine the beauty
through the flickering candles
without saying anything about
and meanwhile in the blue and the dreams are sure to offer hands.
tiziana Mignosa
July two thousand and
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