L'ora dell'addio
Shy light is reflected in raindrops, with which an autumn sparkles from the summer. Sluggish the day begins, reluctantly lets go of the night and stretches for a long, long time. "What is that, love?" asks your/ my heart and dies; he reaches out to the deep and lonely, after death, and he's not certain. Beauty lies in the pearls of drops, vanishing along the window.
