French Waterman
Discharged of business, void of strife,
Which itself is nowhere carefully defined,
How am I going to explain you?
Despoiled of their lands, their true culture destroyed,
Colour or passion which the musician tries,
I repent and ask for forgiveness;
I have a certain technical ability,
But you are my best friend.
We need to trip these switches,
A moon reflected in the water,
In questo sasso, e perchè dorme ha vita.
Recycled Poetry 