The long vigils of the night.
response to Jaime Wolf's post They Win Medals!
Near an alley,
and where magical
violins look like
a melody of
an ancient good
sense, you hear
the first light
of a springtime and
always, in all its
meanings, the luminous
wisdom forgets a
white candle.
Francesco Sinibaldi
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