Like fear that
is shown in
the sound of
a permanent
weeping, through
the light of
frightened eyes
and then in
the shades of
a sullen present:
here comes the
death, carefully
dressed and with
a different smile...

Francesco Sinibaldi

In the landscape,
while a peaceful
desire is recalling
my soul, you
observe the
loneliness of a
fugitive sky,
and even that
sunset...

Francesco Sinibaldi