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Posted on March 28 at 1:45 p.m.

Sending the memory.

That candle,
when the greatest
level tries to
forget a loving
intention, appears
in my mind
like a distant
idea, and also
this care invents
an emotion.

Francesco Sinibaldi

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Posted on March 14 at 1:29 p.m.

Like an oak in a fantasy.

The yellow
sand appears
in my mind
with a rumbling
and delicate
look; you call
me near a
sylvan hedge,
and everything
shines like a
taciturn wind.

Francesco Sinibaldi

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Posted on February 28 at 12:38 p.m.

Feeling the cold.

Today, in
my heart, there's
a delicate
sorrow; outside
a melancholy tries
to forget the
sound of a
manner that
now disappears,
while a young
bird escapes.....

Francesco Sinibaldi

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Posted on February 14 at 12:32 p.m.

A vocal path.

You live
near a vocal
path, and always
a young bird
returns in your
head like a
beautiful song
in the light
of a white dream...

Francesco Sinibaldi

On None

Posted on January 31 at 12:19 p.m.

Something new in my heart.

I'm going to
believe that
everything shines
in the light
of a footprint,
with a loving
desire, in the
sound of the
darkness.....

Francesco Sinibaldi

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Posted on January 17 at 12:09 p.m.

With a little help for my friend.

The fear of
the darkness
again disappears
when my
memory lives,
saving the pleasure
of a natural life;
and a thanks
overcomes, like
a delicate bird
near a shining
fountain.

Francesco Sinibaldi

On None

Posted on January 3 at 12:01 p.m.

An intense light.

With fine
manners the
mask of a child
invites me to
cry, when the
moonlight
appears; I hear
a blackbird
near the sound
of a small lamp,
and everything
shines like
a terse sensibility.

Francesco Sinibaldi

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Posted on December 20 at 12:03 p.m.

Little child in London.

There's the
light of
a delicate child
in the country,
near a grand
piano; I wait for
the side of
a weeping, and
I love you,
my care, while
the plain disappears...

Francesco Sinibaldi

On To Vend or Not to Vend

Posted on December 6 at 11:45 a.m.

Season of love.

Over a dreamland
there's the sound
of a delicate
sadness, and over
the way there's
a light that
invites you to
discover the sun.

Francesco Sinibaldi

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Posted on November 30 at 2:44 p.m.

Every week of my life.

The stranger
arrives with a
present agility,
and so my
desire appears
near a delicate
border, the side
of my life that
discovers a dream.

Francesco Sinibaldi to friends of Santa Barbara.

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