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Francesco Sinibaldi

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About Francesco Sinibaldi

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  1. The smile of a springtime.

    The smile of a springtime. ( other version ) In the flame of a sunset and where everything comes with the delicate freshness of a vortical waterfall there's a luminous smile that appears in the youth of an intense happiness... Francesco Sinibaldi The smile of a springtime. ( third version ) In the flame of the sunset and when nature is shining with the delicate movement of a sullen blackbird there's a luminous smile appearing alone in the youth of an intense happiness... Francesco Sinibaldi The smile of a springtime. ( last version ) In the flame of the sunset and when nature is shining with the delicate movement of a sullen blackbird there's a luminous smile appearing alone in the youth of an intense happiness: the soft wind returns, an interior beauty describes in the silence the light of the present and the faith for the future... Francesco Sinibaldi
  2. La voix des sens. ( last version )

    Dans la nature des sourires, et dans l'aube de l'espoir qui dépeint le matin, une image s'évanouit en créant le profil de la prairie silencieuse qui chante la tristesse et puis donne le soupir d'un moineau solitaire: je voudrais la lumière pour décrire la jeunesse d'un rayon fugitif... Francesco Sinibaldi
  3. Alma serena. ( last version )

    Alma dulce y serena como el canto del sol en los fúlgidos rayos, alma dichosa cuando el llanto del mar en silencio regresa revelando el perfil de una hoja cansada: veo los pájaros gorjear en el cielo, siento la voz de una joven mujer que dona un suspiro a la luz infinita de la nueva tristeza... Francesco Sinibaldi
  4. Sweetness and virtue. ( last version )

    Sweet and present delight, when the sound of a blackbird spreads in the air with a delicate chirping I see your profile proceeding alone while the candour returns and the wind's intuition appears near a shade: the soft wind invites you to cry, a tender sensation remains in the dark to discover the sadness and the voice of your heart... Francesco Sinibaldi
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