….E il cerchio si chiude….                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                             

                                               Figure fantasmagoriche

                                               corrono per il cielo,

                                               sono nuvole magiche,

                                               avvolte dal suo velo.

 

                                 Osservi con meraviglia

                                 le più svariate forme,

                                 dal fiore alla conchiglia,

                                 o al bambino che dorme.

 

                                              Esplode la fantasia

                                              mentre cerchi la tua figura.

                                              Ogni volta, con bramosia,

                                              ti chiedi: che raffigura?

 

                                 E’ un semicerchio, sì, dove l’anello abbonda,

                                 ma senza i colori dell’arcobaleno.

                                 Lascia ogni volta malinconia profonda,

                                 mentre dal vento, fugge in un baleno.

 

                                               Ma sempre tornerà e sempre sarà domani,

                                               Lo vedo crescere, a volte in un secondo.

                                               Manca solo un anello. Lo tengo fra le mani.

                                               E non mi rendo conto che vi è dentro un mondo.

 

                                 Ecco, l’anello si aggiunge a quella nuvola.

                                 Ho capito ora, quel cerchio a cosa allude!

                                 Finito il disegno.…E il cerchio si chiude…