in a delightful and tasty trepidation
open your windows wide
you welcome the light
coming from the Morning Star
Among the colours, the scents 'r the birds whistles
blossom your real humankind
Your equinoxes make us sigh
and dream twice
in the planets' movement.
*A wise already told a story about the rising of SUN above a point on the equator*
I want to live on like this
my fixed eyes up watching the constellations
lying in wait of the Risorgimento
of your Love!