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Like The Leaves (the Seasons Of The Life)
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Like the leaves. (the Seasons of the life)

Vague in a mattin serene
in declining of winter, l
the anchor algid earth
under the feet to scricchiolare I still mean,
light verga rigid
percuote the ace,
also to the weak contrast of the oblique sun.
Roteo the sonnecchianti, still lazy pupille,
from east to the West and rallegro the cuor,
pale light to striature rose,
livida still for the lesta hour,
tipsy on the forest, illuminates goes them of or.
Dipped of the winter still of its torpore,
already from placing coil a pizzico of heat, a kiss
as to in love heart it is to announce of love,
moves the knots branches of the imposing steles,
to the lairs rips the sails that torment donated.
On hills primaticci, the lesti in sunlight
bucaneve they press of the rose lor fulgore,
on the hard rinds and the sonnecchianti rebellions,
overbearing press of new linfa the waves.
a sound of bells from the village
s'alza giocondo in the pure air coolness,
is hour the forest all a great chorus
color emerald with the baglior of the gold,
Passover runs in joyful hours,
the day the Faustus who s'innalzò the Getlteman
from the knots knows itself, hopes the humanity, in the cuor gioconda,
to the empty one of the inutil tomba.
the autumn hards work also furon do not go any,
rise from suol of the fields the new bread,
the small fans s'aprono from the boccio,
small leaves tremule, on the salice of the pit,
on pel chestnut tree and to the faggio
they dress the gray back.
Vibra hope still towards the perennial sun,
and to child in cuor beats the love,
squeaks and songs, songs and squeakings
s'odono ovunque from evident or concealed nests,
of albione vanished the icy color,
greens the hills and the vallette in flower,
more and more up knows them the ancient sun,
covers or forest leaves of intense green
hides the immense one to who to fly not pole.
S'ode of the crickets the allegro to crackle,
to the mar joyful runs or the placid torrent,
the gold of the sol rifrange and the rivers in flower
prevail the nature in its perennial love,
fioreggia the giacinto with the fern next,
the gaie fanciullette unfold or the song,
song of love like cicale chorus,
that in the midday they raise the hymn in sunlight.
Slow it seemed the lesta spring
to the hearts imberbi pressed to you from the love,
to come down from the zenith is then more lesto the sun,
expresses escape the days for lieto the heart.
Volge to the autumn its fulgor the summer,
the sweet look of the children liete
chino on glad cribs of new life,
that amor to love it adds.
Hour pushes tired linfa to the yellow
in the forest the leaf that was lesta,
of others to the red one of it accompanies fate,
while more light it is to sing of the rooster
and dumb by now of gracidar cicale,
cangia their song in nenia gentle,
from the satisfied heart s'alza around to cribs,
giocondo and cheers the world.
Cadon the leaves on the tawny earth,
congia the blond horsehair in color of frost,
fall light on the tawny earth
what is left of uom its breast seize,
what is left, but its spirto flies,
not to sunset but towards other dawn.



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