To my city - composed in 1957
Murmur of fronds, smiling of skyes
a light singing wide, a soft song arises.
It's coming from nothing, to nothing it dies
It's trembling this voice, it is white and far
is the voice of one hearth
The great hearth of Rome which smiles and cries
and lulls in the dream all peoples which ties
a fleeting of beauty, deep past mystery
ancient fascination from time and hystory
It's tears and it's smiles, it's music and chant
it's the whisper of Rome, of Rome is the enchant
an harmonious union of thousand of colours
with flight of clean waters, with blossoms and flavors
The River drags on it's yearning blond hairs
it is a soft music, the song of Rome's air
Maria Annunziata Bertagnolio
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©2002 Maria Annunziata Bertagnolio
