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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
.


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builds up in me, disrupting all the time, your
plumage



Beatrice Niccolai
"Robin of my woods"

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Nothing remains



Nothing remains. Among the memories

yellowed, dried flower
only

remember where we came.


Beatrice Niccolai
"Nothing remains,"

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weigh certain silences in the lightness of the air knows the autumn.
.
Fall, the richest of the seasons
that tells of past summers,
a lightweight thoughts of
crowds and leave without reservations,
temple in the heart.
.
There is a season for everything
and a time to live it in a short stay inside or look

like being inside that broke your sweater, I should no longer suffer

the darkness of the cold.
. That
your sweater blue aviation
with your smell in
.
.
Beatrice Niccolai
"with your scent inside"
.
.

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in with your smell The smell of the return

.
.
The sadness of smoke unwillingly

life in solitude
distracted and one of the first falling leaves
still, your love.
.
I was beautiful in your eyes,
so beautiful that did not seem real.
.
Your eyes soft, divine
frightened by the wind.
.
braided hair
old smell of your skin
undermines the few defenses
tired and leaves from the branches.
. On the thought

as the desire for a cigarette
inspiro eagerly
.
smell return
.
.
Beatrice Niccolai
"The smell of return"
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