Cracking fire place.
Cat's velvety purr .
Three notes from an old jazz.
Tune that tells of the passing time
and sens of nostalgia ,
for when Ella was there ...
Three chords in raindrops,
running like children
along the thread of life ...
Death came when I was away ,
and left a recall in the regrets box...
Do you remember an autumn evening
that began with ''Once upon a time ? ''
I wasn't an elegant poet ,
but a charming Bohemian .
You hadn't given in yet ...
All we have left are three little piano impro'
that dreamed of San Remo .
Ciao amore !
The fallen leaves of the passion were not allowed
to enter the forbidden garden .
Dance this slightly crazy walz offered to solitude
at the instant of the last pulse ,
when the rose's crimson leaves a scent of oblivion
between the yellowed pages of the book from before...
The shadow of the winged-souls chimeras
drift as they spiral through unspoken oaths
in a fleeting sarabande ...
A ''Belle Dame '' Creature born of a choregraphic fever ,
lays her pale palms upon the ivory keys ,
playing a funeral autumn sonata .
The gloomy sky weeps the long ecstasy
of deceased promises ...
If only you could hear me ?
You left too quickly without telling me ...
I opened the box of remorses ,
finding this reminder left for me by the ''Bella Donna''
I met once upon a time in San Remo .
Ciao Amore !
Three musical notes drifting off to sleep ,
lulled by the feline's purring
and the cracking fire place ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: November 6th, 2026 11:01
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Comments3
Beautiful, a favourite
I am paying tribute to the memory of the Italian singer Luigi Tenco who met a tragic fate .
A fragile musical monument to a bygone time, people, and dreams.
She plays melodies yet to come on an imaginary piano...
I loved the play in this one my man. I would choose belladona or bella Donna either would do. A pretty woman is a drug of a sort. A fave my friend
The comforting musicality of familiar things . The cat is happy !
Let it purr
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