Un cuore gentile
Sveglio e dormiente,
camminando le acque
l’animo volge all’orizzonte!

Sembra felice,
a volte smarrito,
comunque distante
dalla chiara terra
vergine e senza orme,
attende che l’uomo torni
a disegnare impronte.

Tutto fa intuire
la voglia di tornare,
nitido e luminoso appare
l’intento di ricominciare
per scrivere nuove vittorie
sulla rossa terra di questo amore.

Dietro l’affanno un mare declama
l’arrivo d’un vociare strano.
Paiono rane, invece sono anime,
coi piedi alati poggiati a pelo d’acqua,
stanche d’orizzonte dirigono alla riva
strappando le ali cingono ai fianchi le zavorre,
portano compagni sulle spalle,
sorreggono anziani e bimbi con le mani.

Intanto, un cuore gentile,
persiste ancora
al distratto dire di un amore.
Intanto, un cuore gentile,
persiste ancora
al distratto dire di un amore.



Sveglio e dormiente,
camminando le acque
l’animo volge all’orizzonte!

Sembra felice,
a volte smarrito,
comunque distante
dalla chiara terra
vergine e senza orme,
attende che l’uomo torni
a disegnare impronte.

Tutto fa intuire
la voglia di tornare,
nitido e luminoso appare
l’intento di ricominciare
per scrivere nuove vittorie
sulla rossa terra di questo amore.

Dietro l’affanno un mare declama
l’arrivo d’un vociare strano.
Paiono rane, invece sono anime,
coi piedi alati poggiati a pelo d’acqua,
stanche d’orizzonte dirigono alla riva
strappando le ali cingono ai fianchi le zavorre,
portano compagni sulle spalle,
sorreggono anziani e bimbi con le mani.

Intanto, un cuore gentile,
persiste ancora
al distratto dire di un amore.
Intanto, un cuore gentile,
persiste ancora
al distratto dire di un amore.


A gentle heart
Awake and asleep,
walking the waters
the soul turns to the horizon!

It seems happy,
sometimes lost,
however distant
from the clear earth
virgin and without footprints,
waits for man to return
to draw footprints.

Everything suggests
the desire to return,
clear and bright appears
the intent to start over
to write new victories
on the red earth of this love.

Behind the worry a sea declaims
the arrival of a strange voice.
They seem like frogs, but instead they are souls,
with winged feet resting on the surface of the water,
tired of the horizon they head for the shore
tearing their wings they wrap the ballast around their sides,
they carry companions on their shoulders,
they support the elderly and children with their hands.

In the meantime, a gentle heart,
still persists
in the distracted talk of a love.
Meanwhile, a gentle heart,
still persists
in the distracted talk of a love.

Awake and asleep,
walking the waters
the soul turns to the horizon!

It seems happy,
sometimes lost,
however distant
from the clear earth
virgin and without footprints,
waits for the man to return
to draw footprints.

Everything suggests
the desire to return,
clear and bright appears
the intent to start again
to write new victories
on the red earth of this love.

Behind the worry a sea declaims
the arrival of a strange voice.

They seem like frogs, instead they are souls,
with winged feet resting on the surface of the water,
tired of the horizon they head for the shore
tearing off their wings they wrap the ballast around their sides,
they carry companions on their shoulders,
they support the elderly and children with their hands.

Meanwhile, a kind heart,
still persists
in the distracted talk of a love.
Meanwhile, a kind heart,
still persists
in the distracted talk of a love.