Club Poetico

Padrone dell'umana esistenza,
                                                                 spavaldo, inesorabile.

                                                                  Sublimi emozioni
                                                                 inebriano i corpi vissuti;
                                                                 e ricordi lontani riemergono fieri.

                                                                 Le mani materne abbracciano cuori piangenti;
                                                                 e piccoli doni nei giorni di festa,
                                                                 imprimono risa sui volti bambini.
                                                                 I nonni narrano storie
                                                                  e nell'aria fumosa,
                                                                  rivive la magia di castelli fiabeschi.

                                                                
                                                                  Odo  ed assaporo il mormorio del mare!

                                                                  Gli amanti, arsi di passione,
                                                                  celano a sguardi indiscreti, il segreto amore;
                                                                  e vecchie barche ormeggiate,
                                                                  riposo sono per naviganti stanchi.

                                                                 Nell'aria profumo di gelsomino!

                                                                  I giovani sposi a passo di valzer
                                                                  si scambiano teneri baci;
                                                                  e giovanotti scapigliati,
                                                                   confabulano ridenti,
                                                                  aspettando la nuova aurora.

                                                                   Quante emozioni,
                                                                   quanti attimi preziosi di vita
                                                                   il tempo ci ha donato! 

                                                                   Questo tempo terreno
                                                                   che inevitabile volgera' al declino,
                                                                    ci lascera' ancora,

                                                                   l'incanto di eterni tramonti ed aurore.