DURING A NIGHT IN A SOFT SWEET SNOW




I remain silent for a moment
while they are under the covers of my bed.
The shutters are closed, but the wind
seems to want to get out drafts
of the window glass.
What a big mess and noise is
from outside.
It seems that the world has decided
to finish today, then suddenly
all is silent, the nothing
the absolute most would silently.
The first wind flapped everywhere now
has vanished, leaving a bed of silence
fetched.
Curiosity grips me.
I can not resist and I run to open the door of
where home with huge
amazement
I see the dark night tinged with so much white snow
candida everywhere.
A river of snow that falls from the sky to me
and with a puff of wind throws me in the face.
What a priceless beauty nature
in store for us at times.
I would stay to observe and throw me into the garden
sprinkled by dunes of pure snow.
The cold prevents me from doing it
with happiness close the door entry
home and back to bed where
dreaming candidly my strong dad
I fall asleep smiling
and reinvigorated
by beautiful scenery that thinking to myself
me and my father would have appreciated almost
happy as a child.

Marco Samaritani Comacchio '85