The previous thirthy-three compositions form the collection called: 'VERY LITTLE - POCHISSIMO'. The following poem is the first of a new collection. <br /> <br />---------ODE TO ONELIA AVELAR------- <br /> <br />Inside the palace, the change of the guard was perceived <br />By the clang of lances on the stones, under the light of the torchs. <br />In the wide and deep thalamus the princess was near to the asleep prince ]. <br />She got up, stood at the window. <br />Outside, a pale moon lit up the top of Vitosha. <br />She looked down, in the dark desert place. <br />She came out of the bedroom with a chandelabrum, <br />In the passage she lit it from a torch. <br />She came into a room full of books and laid the light on the desk. <br />She took a quill, dipped it in the inkstand, <br />The papyrus started to creak under the stroke of the princess.<br /><br />Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pochissimo-the-end-ode-to-onelia-avelar/
