I can’t see the Moon  on this rainy and starless night,  but I know She is there.  She’s in that sudden glow that, for a moment, tears apart the blanket of clouds,  She’s in the mild waiting  for her watchful and attentive gaze,  She’s in the dawn that, obsequious,  finds it hard to offer its colors  while good smiles rest  in the sleeping looks. Non riesco … Continua a leggere She’s There