Now
I am
far from you,
mountain and valley
separate us

from each other
from my peace..
my happyness
from my sorrow

what joy to breath
the scent of open air
only here
here is life...

when the magical sound
holds sway
and the consecrated word
night and storms
speaks

then shall magnificence
take form

night and storms
become light

Franco Battiato
"night and storm"
A.C.A.U. di Gianni Maroccolo

 

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