My Language Not much is my life as the poor room that houses every night my dreams. In the morning there penetrates from the garden a shy ray and trembles the wagtail under… Continue reading
Musica Eco di voce che canta sulle tremule note dell’anima. Musica che vai dagli splendori celesti alle remote galassie solitudini sfiorando con suoni d’organo e di vento. Poesia di RENATO NALE in Lingua… Continue reading
Music Echo of voice singing on the trembling notes of the soul. Music, you go from the celestial splendors to the distant galaxies solitudes lightly touching with organ and wind’s sounds. Poem by… Continue reading