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Una dedica in poesia e musica ad uno dei luoghi che io adoro , le rive del grande fiume, il Pò.
Un qualcosa di diverso e particolare che spero piaccia.
Un grande Grazie !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!all'amico Gianfranco, per la collaborazione nella sistemazione del testo e per la sua interpretazione.
The Great River
by Franco Galateo ( poetic adaptation by Gianfranco Troiano )
A man , alone and pensive
walking in the countryside,
looking for something dear to him ,
the darkness gives way to light, it is the dawn that arrives
the fog creates shadows that seem to ghosts.
His steps create a sound unreal,
being is in search of the great river,
I still do not see it, but it is certain that there is .
Many times he saw it
and always let him remember important
the forest becomes more dense , the trail disappears ,
the ground is wet , the leaves are wet with dew
hide the fruits of the trees.
The tops of tall poplar trees reaching to the sky
We hear the sounds of nature suffused ,
there is a new day, a day late autumn.
The sun with its rays disperse the fog ,
the clear light now lights up the river ,
I'm finally in your presence or great river.
You scroll serene and severe,
bringing your water to the sea,
away you hear the noise of the machines
and plows hardworking people who owes you a lot.
I look up and see the leaves of the maple
who fall into your waters ,
you accept them cradling
and with a slight movement of the grandchildren with you.
Path on your shores many times as I did,
you do not hide anything, but I only see new things,
little time has passed since the previous meeting ,
but now everything seems different .
I watch the birds fly away ,
I hear the song of the cuckoo ,
I feel the movement of pheasants and hares,
a sudden noise , a branch falls
and you gently take it away ,
my steps lead me toward new horizons,
under my feet the sand is hot now ,
with my hands touch your waters ,
a sense of happiness catches me .
Everything is like a picture of a thousand colors,
a canvas that you paint alone ,
high banks collapsed and guide you ,
sandy beaches are seen near and far.
The day runs , the heat oppressive ,
I hide in the trees
while I look at you and I think of your story,
You, the great river as industrial by us , while we,
unload in your waters only poisons,
but also chastise you know when your waters ,
heavy rain , do flow from the banks and cover everything ,
but an old man like me loves you too ,
because when you're quiet you offer many gifts .
My thoughts continue to wander,
many other memories come to mind
while everything changes around me ,
the light that makes weaker announces the sunset,
the light and dark place to make new memories,
that will remain in my mind for a long time,
the sound of an engine creates the image
a boat that travels on your waters .
Now the thoughtful man that I was this morning, it is clear ,
ready to resume , reluctantly , the way home ,
but before going on to thank the great river fisherman .
Thanks Po ' !