nuvola
poesie
Se io fossi
una nuvola dorata
andrei a posarmi
sulle casette
dei poveri,
andrei nel cielo
davanti al pittore
che mi sogna
dietro ai peschi in fiore.
Andrei
davanti alla finestra
dell'ospedale
o sopra il campanile
d'una chiesetta
medioevale,
andrei dov’io manco
per fare bello
un paesaggio.
Andrei non so dove
a tutte le ore
per dare un po' di luce
a chi l'aspetta
e un po' d'amore. (1955)
If I were
a golden cloud
I would go and lay down
on the cottages
of the poor,
I would go to the sky
in front of the painter
that dreams of me
behind the peach blossoms.
I would go
in front of the window
of the hospital
or above the bell tower
of a medieval
small church,
I would go where I am missing
to make beautiful
landscape.
I would go, I don't know where
at all hours
to give some light
to those who wait for it
and a little love.
