Club Poetico

                                                                     Ricco ed impeccabile viandante
                                                                     che incedi spavaldo tra la folla;
                                                                     frettoloso insegui l'effimero denaro
                                                                     che il sigillo imprime nel vorticoso andare.
                                                                      Travolto e celati gli occhi
                                                                      la bellezza ai margini della Vita
    
                                                                   

                                                                      Lasciati coinvolgere!


                                                                     Acolta  il vento gagliardo
                                                                     che scompiglia gli ambiziosi pensieri
                                                                     e risa di fanciulli birichini.
                                                                     Una giovane madre narra fiabe
                                                                     ed un vecchio,divenuto bambino,
                                                                      ode estasiato.

                                                                     Da una casa un antico violino
                                                                     inno alla Vita..
                                                                     e scie di delicati profumi
                                                                     inebriano i passanti.

                                                                    Fermati!
                                                                    Eppur tutto e' sepolto
                              

                                                                   Gli amici di un tempo;
                                                                   le piacevoli conversazioni sulla battigia
                                                                    al chiaror delle stelle;
                                                                   la soffice ed immacolata neve
                                                                    t'inondava di gioia
                                                                   e l'Aurora con i suoi incanti.

                                                                      Or,prigioniero sei
                                                                      nella torre dorata
                                                                     che solo il tempo 
                                                                     potra' scalfire

                                                                     Lontano vecchio e solo
                                                                     rimpiangerai di non aver vissuto
                                                                     ed una lacrima schiudera'
                                                                     l'arido tuo cuore avaro.