https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3HEVT_v5wM&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IK_vthmSSlQ&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g&index=2&ab_channel=inheld

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cmpRLQZkTb8&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g&index=4

Francesco Sinibaldi

Death comes in
the night, with its
mystery and while
the light disappears
recalling the cry
of a fugitive star.
When my memory
is outside my life
becomes the shade
of my dreams and,
for this reason,
my life becomes
the dream of my
shit; but death
comes without warning
and even the night
appears to give up
in front of the shades
that flee from reality.
My girlfriend is a
shadow for me but
this shade is the
country of my thoughts,
in the time of my
beautiful noise, for
telling that death
is the shade of
my life.

Francesco Sinibaldi

https://cfpadrean.webnode.fr/%d8%b3%d8%ac%d9%84-%d8%a7%d9%84%d8%b2%d9%88%d8%a7%d8%b1/

Death comes in
the night, with its
mystery and while
the light disappears
recalling the cry
of a fugitive star.
When my memory
is outside my life
becomes the shade
of my dreams and,
for this reason,
my life becomes
the dream of all my
futilities; but death
comes without warning
and even the night
appears to give up
in front of the shades
that flee from reality.

Francesco Sinibaldi

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BpsJJ_4lymk&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g&index=2

Propongo, come canzone di giugno, una
melodia dell'artista francese Corinne Hermès
intitolata “ Si la vie est cadeau “ ( in rappresentanza
della nazione Lussemburgo ), che viene preferita
a “ Adieu les larmes de la terre “, a “ Bande annonce “
e a “ Flagrand désir “.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Na18hSCM5QY&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g&index=1&ab_channel=ESCStuff

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jDgMRTihYw8&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g&index=2&ab_channel=CorinneHermesOfficiel

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GhHqFgloTyI&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g&index=3&ab_channel=CorinneHermesOfficiel

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5zFnad9pdx0&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g&index=4&ab_channel=CorinneHermesOfficiel

Francesco Sinibaldi

Falsity dwells where a word full of pain is trying
to discover the way of uncertainty, with the use
of more senses, with an apparent contrast recalling
the light of a hidden reality; then, in the shadows,
to cover the sadness that comes from a fine dream
and bring all the people in a certain direction for
reaching the place of the opposite side: hey darling,
when the sun of the morning is filling the smiles,
come on wake up and listen to me: England
understands...

Francesco Sinibaldi

Death comes in
the night, with its
mystery and while
the light disappears
recalling the cry
of a fugitive star.
When my memory
is outside my life
becomes the shade
of my dreams and,
for this reason,
my life becomes
the dream of all my
futilities;

Francesco Sinibaldi

https://www.luxtimes.lu/culture/what-s-on-weekend-events-in-luxembourg/68185804.html

Death comes in
the night, with its
mystery and while
the light disappears
recalling the cry
of a fugitive star.

Francesco Sinibaldi

https://www.wort.lu/kultur/struwwelpippi-frauke-angel-startet-in-den-lesemarathon/67516486.html

Elle lui donne une poésie, elle cherche dans l'étoile
la lumière disparue qui revient dans le rêve pour
porter la douleur, et quand l'ombre du présent se
transforme en le chant d'un sourire plein de grâce,
elle retrouve dans l'espoir le pouvoir nécessaire pour
suivre son chemin...

Francesco Sinibaldi

Inserimento libero dedicato al ricordo di Grace Kelly.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YiOKFzRHm14&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g&index=2

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dR4O7zvjGYU&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g&index=2

Francesco Sinibaldi

Avec simplicité,
et quand l'aube de
la nouvelle saison
revient dans la prairie
pour donner la joie,
l'homme, par sa tendance,
essaie de s'identifier
à la beauté de la nature.
La transparence de
mes rêves est seulement
une illusion parce que
mes rêves sont la
représentation de ma
poésie, et quand l'angoisse
dévore l'homme
il essaie de s'enfuir
dans les ombres
du passé.
Et enfin, mon doux
enfant, si je pense
à cette harmonie je
pense aussi à l'amour
qui toujours sans
raison disparaît.

Francesco Sinibaldi

https://sarahzweers.webnode.page/gastebuch/