One night
The red bright shout of calm sunset is burning  reflecting in the windows' lucid glass  and before my eyes are sadly strewing  thick with black ink of well arranged words  empty sheets of white paper...  Barren time's passing like a gentle wind  that skims the leafs of a bizarre calendar  ornamented, but lacking days and hours  jagging the dark blue of the woods' background  spangled with shiny dots....  Nothing I doth but wait the stars arising.  Smoothly in the lonely land's coming the night  soothing the soul and calling forth the peace.  While the sound of your breath's filling the room  longings're pressing and urging, but thou please  doth not wake from the mistery of this sleep  that's caressing my wills by wings of silence
	Lino Bertuzzi Copyright ©2002 Lino Prospero Bertuzzi