Maria Carlota Prat Bertuzzi


To my baby she nephew (Feb.2004)

Eyes as dream in your sweet morning
rosiness like an Angel child
You came such a soft flower
awaking our joy into hearths.
Lucky days of tenderness
never loaded on eyelids
burdens of tiredness
when arousing from your sleep
did claim aliment and sweetness ...
At the earth's boundaries our love
went back to a farer long land
may birds' songs and winter roses
protect your awaking and dreams
until we'll see you again
and find paths already in flowers
of childhood's days upraising.
Then from your lips you'll just smile
a light on your fine face will shine
fine, like a garden in springtime.

Copyright ©2005
 Lino Prospero Bertuzzi