In the silence of a freezing room

a wail solemnly breaks out,

a sunbeam

discreetly pierces the darkness.

 

Two fragile little arms

outstretched upwards

almost touching the immensity

of a long-awaited world.

 

The darkness fades,

while a soft light

illuminates those faces which are accomplices

of the event with a celestial glow.

 

Wrapped in spotless lace,

he now rests on the breast

of the one who bathes her just opened flower

with a tear.

 

(Dalla raccolta “Penna, cuore e calamaio”)