Napthalene Gray In Color

poem dedicated to the members of the Club and the seasons. Dedicated to


LAŠKO dedicate this poem to all members of the Club and the seasons.

Seasons

the wind from his hands
September
leaves gently between those branches
wears another farewell

while the grapes are ready
for the vats of October

I try to learn by heart the name of god

chrysanthemums and red flowers on graves unknown


dark shadows of relatives lined up to remind people that life


were a little 'forget

November is an opportunity to make amends.

the snow falls in the winter cold and dark floor

consumes me hopes
and greenhouse in the dark


weighed down the hills into the air in January

sleep quietly under sheets of ice

walk in the mind
those clouds so gray
not make me more
see the beauty of the people

while I hide inside all these nights

eyes a bit 'wet


to be able to drink one after the other seasons are


gives me the most sincere emotions

knocks strong spring
and already the snow melts and the rivers

asleep awaken with the sun

see swallows return
make the bell ring
give me the love I find in
quest'aprile

with the sun in his eyes
I no longer see the
nights there is light at the window in the room posing


now everything seems clear
I no longer tired face

life is less bitter if the soul is whiter

one after the other seasons are


gives me the most sincere emotions


days in the sun on the beach while waiting for sunset
my anger
flies in the blue above the mountains on the banks

love loose networks
dark shadow on the sand
fishermen
clear the waves in the sea