Un dolce tormento, Sweet torment, Un volo d'amore, Love takes wings, O mia donna amata O my beloved, È il canto del cuore. A song from the heart. Un soffio di vento A puff of wind Racconta per ore Tells from hour to hour La sua serenata, Its serenade, Di guerre d'amore. Love's battles. Nel mio firmamento In my firmament Il suono interiore, The sound within, La volta stellata: The starry vault: Un sacro stupore. Mystical wonder.
2003 - La Bella Noeva (Alpha 508)
Why a poem using the titles? Music and poets have always got on well; their union is delicate, loving and giving, asking for nothing in return. Poetry does not ask for music's aid, music has no expectations of poetry. Theirs is a constant dialogue; this is the old story of two travelling companions, , whom we come across everywhere, all through our lives, in the most unexpected and truest moments. An emotion, a gesture, a colour. The sounds of our words, of our lives. Marco Beasley, 2003
