POEMS ...

Soft lights between Iridescence 

Dreams that are bubbling 

Up to float 

Between a dormant eroticism, 

In the disenchantment of the already experienced, 

and notes of music unconnected 

by rocks away the years, 

full of nostalgia 

that of mosses transparencies, and still hot items ... 

Giuseppe, you who sing and ... 

soft delicacy of the time, 

as engaging sweetness

to understand the secrets modulated. 

And the charm of your inn,

dilated over the wonder of the night,

to coagulate on the senses, 

declined and colorful seasons 

with your soft  fingers  on the heart.