La relación entre el
hombre y la naturaleza
es, desde siempre, algo
especial y profundamente
misterioso.
Como esta intuición
llega a mi corazón
el hombre se pone en
el llanto del viento
y esta armonía deviene
el sabor de la muerte
anunciada.
La solitaria rosa
parece afligida y
también asustada,
pero ella reluce
donando la espera
a la tierna mirada.

Francesco Sinibaldi

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GyK6QjGJ4cU&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g&index=2

Propongo, come canzone di settembre, una
melodia dell'artista statunitense Linda
Ronstadt intitolata “ Love has no pride “,
che viene preferita a “ Winter light “,
a “ Long long time “ e a “ Feels like home “.

Francesco Sinibaldi

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0hoX4rXJGWg&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g&index=1

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P2VOn6t-Qe8&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g&index=2

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bb_vQQK4jLI&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g&index=5

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KCmz3ZgET4w&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g&index=4

La relación entre el
hombre y la naturaleza
es, desde siempre, algo
especial y profundamente
misterioso.
Como esta intuición
llega a mi corazón
el hombre se pone en
el llanto del viento
y esta armonía deviene
el sabor de la muerte
anunciada.

Francesco Sinibaldi

https://happycampnews.com/HappyCamp-California/music/

La relación entre el
hombre y la naturaleza
es, desde siempre, algo
especial y profundamente
misterioso.

Francesco Sinibaldi

https://www.discovermagazine.com/the-sciences/rare-record-of-snowball-earth-confirmed-in-scottish-and-irish-rocks

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.
So, in this kind
of tender happiness,
all my world becomes
the immensity and
each day, for me,
is the fortune of fate.

Francesco Sinibaldi

https://katjankasityot.webnode.fi/vieraskirja/

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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YyknBTm_YyM&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g&index=3

Propongo 4 canzoni del gruppo musicale
inglese Procol Harum, tratte dell'album
Shine on Brightly ( 1968 ) e da considerarsi
come un omaggio a tale LP.

Francesco Sinibaldi

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U5m1JSwTEp8&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZrUxzLsMC6Y&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g&index=2

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wReb4_0c--k&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g&index=3

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cFKY-woBvgs&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g&index=4

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.

Francesco Sinibaldi

https://granta.com/

Hey, darling, when
the morning returns
and the transparent
light of a sun full
of joy is reaching the
stream, it's a pleasure
to meet you...

Francesco Sinibaldi

Sito inserito in rappresentanza della nazione Belgio
Lista aggiunta

https://au-coeur-de-mes-jardins.webnode.be/livre-dor/

Un sens de particulier
désarroi pénètre
dans mon cœur
quand l'ombre de
l'oiseau transperce
l'atmosphère pour
atteindre le sol; c'est
le cadeau de la nature
qui parvient à décrire
une image pleine
de candeur, la mort,
ce tendre oiseau est
seul l'enchantement
qui rappelle mon
enfance.
Tout cela me fait
comprendre que la vie
est une pure illusion,
quelque chose de
trompeur qui conduit
tout le monde vers
un sombre destin.
Quand je pense à
l'automne l'amour
pour la vie disparaît
et parfois ma poésie
devient l'enchantement
de la mort qui revient.

Francesco Sinibaldi

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HAkEe4OqBKI&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g