Actress With Curly Red Hair

Robin





Tell
whisper in the noise of a night
the secret of time.


Where do behind the eyes, the dreams.
Where we loved each other intensely
all our tomorrow.



Tell the sound of leaves that will fall on the bed of a weary day,
to bury pain,
for possible new wonders.


Be the robin of my woods, where nobody else has access
.


Upside of Anger,
builds up in me, disrupting all the time, your
plumage



Beatrice Niccolai
"Robin of my woods"