WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY: The sky in a room, by Gino Paoli

THE SKY IN A ROOM

When you’re here with me, this room has no walls but trees, infinite trees. When you’re here with me, this purple ceiling no, no longer exists. I see the sky above us, that we stay here abandoned, as if there was nothing left, nothing left in the world. Harmonious sounds, like an organ that vibrates for you and for me, of the immensity of the sky. For you, for me: in the sky.

(Gino Paoli)

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