Club Poetico

                                                                           Un leggero vestito fiorito
                                                                        ed un largo cappello paglierino
                                                                        cantando, a piedi nudi,
                                                                        sull'erba fresca, danzo.
                                                                        E l'aroma del vino
                                                                        mescolato  al profumo del candido pane,
                                                                        sfornato di buon mattino,
                                                                       inondano la taverna paesana.
                                                                        I vecchi trepidanti narrano
                                                                        storie di lontani amori
                                                                        e tra una briscola ed un sublime vinello
                                                                        s'acquieta la solitudine.
                                                                        Li contemplo estasiata
                                                                       e ascoltando con stupore infantile,
                                                                       alla Vita, sorrido.
                                                                       Cavalcando una moto
                                                                       controvento,
                                                                       nostalgica corro
                                                                       verso la vastita' marina.
                                                                       La limpida acqua m'incanta,
                                                                       sfiora i ricordi
                                                                       e placa ogni  pensiero.
                                                                       Intrisa di emozioni,
                                                                       adagiata e rapita dai flutti,
                                                                      l'acqua sussurra....
                                                                       che BELLA la VITA!