Beautiful moments while the song of the forest
turns into the picture of a falling young leaf,
now described in the silence for telling the truth
that appears in the lie but here, without doubt,
there's the force of an impulse; I can hear, on
the roof of an ancient farmhouse, a couple of birds
that tries to forget an adolescent flight, the breath
of the north wind announcing a death, the call
of some malice, a whisper, a smile, the sounds of
black mambas and there, where a penetrant ray
brightens the wood, the joy of some girls, completely
naked, who bathe all togheter for reaching the strength
of a little illusion: here, in the sun, through the lands
of Birmania...

Francesco Sinibaldi

Inserimento libero dedicato al mistero legato all'identità di Jack lo squartatore.

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

Francesco Sinibaldi

Il cinguettio festoso
de l'esultante picchio
al dì passeggia lambendo
il suon de l'infinita siepe
e al fin s'arresta, allor
che il passo del mattutino
sole divien tempesta
viva di magici bagliori;
nasce nel frumento il
canto del pastore, che
vaga nel vallato poggiando
l'occhio gaio ove brilla
l'infinito, dolcemente
rimembrando del tempo
ormai perduto la timida
emozione; nel cuor de
la campagna la luce del
ruscello, allegra e penetrante,
apparmi come in sogno
fuggendo nel chiaror
dei rami solitari, e ovunque
quel riflesso m'invita a
meditare sul velo
misterioso che si cela
nella morte.
E allora, mio canto
sconsolato, s'appresta
quel rumore, quel verso
ancor festoso dell'amico
passerotto.

Francesco Sinibaldi

Two linear and parallel paths, running together
for reaching forever opposite results; on one side
a natural lack, the darkness of thoughts that covers
the meaning hidden with care and with a certain
attention; on the other the glimmer that shines
near a profound serenity, the tender ability and a
whisper of freedom going through the dark to find
in the right way the song of reality.
Two different trails arriving forever in two opposite
stations: but consider, my friend, and reflect every time,
I write only for them, for those who understand...

Francesco Sinibaldi

Lleno de penas y
también de engaños
es el arduo camino
de la vida que huye,
pero siempre, invisible
y real, una luz resplandece
como el canto del sol
cuando el viento regresa;
siempre, en mi vida,
la estrella de mi poesía
me ha acompañado
y ahora siento, en mi
corazón, una luz
permanente, segura
y sincera.

Francesco Sinibaldi

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FRiqxwFRbpM&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g&index=5&ab_channel=YuryZlatkouski

A rigid and grumpy mentality, driven only
by the power of scientific concepts and
unable to explain the sense of the constant
phenomena, that exceed without doubt all
the borders of the faulty reality; a limited
trend, lacking in courage and without any
kind of abstraction, something extraneous
completely detached from the song of the
magical moon; and there, in front of all this,
your hidden sensations, an apparent calm and
the words of a feeling arriving alone in the midst
of a difficult moment: “ I'm sorry, my friends.
I cannot respond...”.

Francesco Sinibaldi

Propongo, per il mese di luglio, una canzone del gruppo
musicale inglese Motörhead, accompagnata da altre 2
canzoni appartenenti ai generi musicali rock - hard & heavy.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3mbvWn1EY6g&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g&index=3&sttick=0

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lo2qQmj0_h4&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g&index=5

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EFMD7Usflbg&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g&index=5

Francesco Sinibaldi

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8In-C3d_fMg&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g&index=84

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wCKSkto761k&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g&index=84

Francesco Sinibaldi

Lleno de penas y
también de engaños
es el arduo camino
de la vida que huye,
pero siempre, invisible
y real, una luz resplandece
como el canto del sol
cuando el viento regresa;

Francesco Sinibaldi

https://granta.com/

The fragrance of a fresh spring morning spreads everywhere grazing the hedges and giving everyone the sensation of living in an almost paradisiacal landscape where the images seem to vanish leaving the place to the strength of the amiable fantasy; the young woman, kissed by the gift of an almost eternal beauty, walks quietly along the path of the public gardens expressing with her luminous eyes the happiness coming from a candid heart while, not far away, some of her friends, since ever envious for her extreme aesthetic grace, observe her trying to interpret the looks and attitudes of people, especially men, who watch her as she passes by. In the moment in which she opens an umbrella to shelter from the sun's rays and while she's crossing a small bridge over a pond a meeting occurs, she stands in front of a girl, arrived by chance and equally beautiful, who is holding a small yellow flower in her hand; the two girls stop, look at each other for a moment talking a little then, with a bit of embarrassment, the flower is donated from one girl to the other, this is a magical flower as it is able to give both the gift of eternal beauty, aesthetic and spiritual, a gracious flower that will accompany them until the end of their earthly experience giving them serenity and inner peace. This flower has other particular faculties and as a result, with delicacy, it fills the whole atmosphere with a resplendent magical trail that, after having reached the other girls who are watching the scene, bewitches them causing a change in their way of thinking to the point that, in an instant, they see reality differently and without any problem join the two girls with the intent to remain friends forever.
The magic created by the flower lies precisely in this, from aesthetic beauty we pass to the birth of a feeling of friendship, to be considered as one of the main sentiments that the human being can experience.

Francesco Sinibaldi

Racconto di fantasia tratto dal libro “The second life”.