I dedicate the poem "blue hour" to Albertina Zagami entertainer, with Robert, our group of players at the club on Wednesday, which prepares and delivers cakes, available to all.
Now blue
Motorcycle and melting of the sky ... ... The sound of stone-yellow - V. Kandinsky
the face, waiting
and the game starts from the north,
just open eyes,
diaphragms in Piazza Vittorio
radiating time around, amber
on the walls and attics in prominence.
There is time to look,
time to paint,
every shade, every nuance
cola in his quiet time.
The target set
suggestions of real
smooth sharp spell
suspended immense,
in the symphony of polished blue.
Pianissimo, trajectory
from the bottom of the day,
slips into torpor
the plot of the white-red car
counterpoint to the sound Yellow
porches and lights.
Quiet now on the seabed
time hath been worn
nell'indaco and then the night.
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