Guccini Francesco
Parnassius Guccinii
Luna Fortuna
J.C.Biondini/F.Guccini
Warm night like many near the singing river
air full of the glimmer of a dim light in distance
and of elusive fireflies in which the night cloaks itself.
And it cloaks itself in ghosts, or in a distant memory
while in the darkness of the night that drags me by the hand
I search the signs of the plants that surround me slowly.
Slowly, in the shade of the night, you seem to be made of smoke,
I barely feel your heat and your strange perfume
with the smell of your body and in this I am consumed.
But suddenly from the mountain the white moon appears
and everything in an instant lightens and is no longer brown;
this exaggerated moon will provide us luck.
The luck of a lover is a flower with a slender stem
a disturbing fairy tale, fleeting and fragile veil,
the breath of an instant that will disappear in the sky.
Sky and light endlessly as if it were daytime
Magic and flowery world that shines around me
I leaf through you with my fingers and guess your contour.
The contour of your body now it has become real
it is something white and true, beautiful that it almost hurts
and it insinuates itself into a thought that suddenly attacks me:
against the transformed sky a smile smiles another moon
but I know which one is the real one, the other is no longer any,
this new full moon will bring me luck.

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