Stop the wind in your hair
brings you the scent of unknown lands,
of crops stretched out in the sun, of flowers smelling of dew.
Listen to the sound of the sea has always been the same;
stop your mind and settle on a lawn,
the grass will be your companion,
raise your gaze in silence,
someone will smile at you;
love without fear and you will be freer,
stop and listen to the song of distant people
and you will be one of them.
(declaimed at Trebbo Poetico 2002)
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