There is no one to describe what I see, <br />my soul is still crying the joy <br />also this morning, <br />as yesterday and tomorrow. <br />Old buildings keeping their secrets... <br />Go on despite the fear <br />of loosing your mind <br />in front of all this beauty. <br />A painter 's spectacular work, <br />missing fog, has betrayed my mornings. <br />'I like the brightness', he said <br />and I had to let him alone. <br />A musician unable to make a song <br />about the sky's colors at dawn. <br />'Vedi Napoli puoi mori'... <br />the songs he was writing were <br />only for entertainment, he said <br />Thank you, Joy giver <br />for keeping the beauty awake<br /><br />Clava Ghirca<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/joy-giver/
