tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372320975703840297.post1704153624586234145..comments2011-03-04T19:06:11.342-05:00Comments on Due Nuovi Romani: Sacro Boscoilpaesaggistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10131276065717028629noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372320975703840297.post-77150779485103826852011-03-04T19:06:11.342-05:002011-03-04T19:06:11.342-05:00She lit a burner on the stove
And offered me a pip...She lit a burner on the stove<br />And offered me a pipe<br />“I thought you’d never say hello,” she said<br />“You look like the silent type”<br />Then she opened up a book of poems<br />And handed it to me<br />Written by an Italian poet<br />From the thirteenth century<br />And every one of them words rang true<br />And glowed like burnin’ coal<br />Pourin’ off of every page<br />Like it was written in my soul from me to you<br />Tangled up in bluesuburbanstorieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08161784234378563921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372320975703840297.post-29719332197596346672011-03-04T04:25:27.333-05:002011-03-04T04:25:27.333-05:00Quale allodetta che 'n aere si spazia
prima ca...Quale allodetta che 'n aere si spazia<br />prima cantando, e poi tace contenta<br />de l'ultima dolcezza che la sazia,<br />tal mi sembiò l'imago de la 'mprenta<br />de... BomarzzoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com