OPEN ARMS – U. Bellintani: I ran in the gardens with open arms to encircle universes, in little and nothing, of spaces and butterflies. SONGS AWAY – C. Rebora: Sung song Cradle, while declines down. HORSES WOOD – A. Heinzelmann: I had in the hands the lever of Archimedes, when I galloped on wooden horse, towards the star of Andromeda pale, believing firmly in my spring. FROSTY GEMS – S. Mallarmé: The sobs, supreme and torn childhood, feels that finally, between the ravings, his icy gems crumble. UNKNOWNS – L. Tolstoy: No one knows where long hid the sweet and tender freshness, blooming in the limbs of children? Yes, when the mother was still young girl, brought her into the heart full of mystery, delicate and quiet love. There bloom the sweet and tender freshness, blooming on the limbs of children. INVISIBLE – Novalis: A child is a love, become visible. CLEAR OF FINGERPRINTS – A. de Saint-Exupéry: I belong to a district, I have of my childhood. LOST BALLS – E. Montale: Nothing pays the crying child, who flees the ball between the houses. POSSIBILITY – I. Nievo: Childhood, confident age, who still did not know where he is at home the impossible. RETURNS – G. Conte: Return to this street, where I was born, as a light, its star exploded. SURF TRINE – T. Richelmy: Among white froth of lace, in his little bed, here’s childhood sweetly motionless. As life sleeping, in the closed face, intact and expressionless. ON THE WALL – R. Andreassi: Four colors in the sky, and you, superb green childhood, crouching on the garden wall.
