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Come col capo sotto l'ala bianca dormon le palombelle innamorate, Così tu adagi la persona stanca sotto le coltri molli e ricamate. La testa bionda sul guancial riposa lieta de' sogni suoi color di rosa e tra le larve care al tuo sorriso una ne passa che ti sfiora il viso. Passa e ti dice che bruciar le vene, che sanguinare il cor per te mi sento. Passa e ti dice che ti voglio bene, che sei la mia dolcezza e il mio tormento. Bianca tra un nimbo di capelli biondi lieta sorridi ai sogni tuoi giocondi. Ah, non destarti, o fior del Paradiso, ch'io vengo in sogno per baciarti in viso!
- by Olindo Guerrini (1845 - 1916), as Lorenzo Stecchetti [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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- ENG English (Farrell Cleary) , title 1: "Serenade", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2009-03-11
Line count: 16
Word count: 112
Amorous doves sleep, heads buried in their white wings. You are like that, easing your tiredness under the embroidered quilt. Your blond head rests on the pillow; Enjoying rose-coloured dreams. As you smile, a passing fairy brushes your face. It passes, and tells you my blood is burning in my veins, And my heart bleeds for you. As it passes, it tells you that I love you, That you are my sweetness and my torment. White, in a cloud of blond hair, Ah, don't wake up, my flower of paradise, because I am coming to kiss you in your dreams.
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- a text in Italian (Italiano) by Olindo Guerrini (1845 - 1916), as Lorenzo Stecchetti
This text was added to the website: 2009-07-27
Line count: 16
Word count: 100