SUCCESS:
Third place at the "Christmas yesterday and today"-ACADEMY "A. FATS "
NOT 'CHRISTMAS ... THE SAME
' s Christmas!
And 'my beautiful city.
He dressed up
light colors.
voices, many voices,
sweet sounds
invent a magical atmosphere.
Jesus was born
among people who spend,
purchase gifts,
many gifts;
people
carefree, cheerfully
spends hours and hours at the table
binge.
's Christmas in opulence,
in exteriority,
there is little Christmas
selfishness of heart.
In other places in the world
is a Christmas without lights,
or voices, or sounds.
Jesus was born
between people who are hungry, he cries.
Some people do not sit at the table,
because it has nothing
be "consumed" ...
's Christmas
in the darkness of poverty,
in the heat of simplicity ...
' s Christmas!
But Christmas is not the same
all over the world.
MARIO PARTY
A PINA
I wish you at least once,
could feel in your heart
what I heard I
living together with my beloved.
A love can overcome all the pains,
to forget the pain and make it lighter.
A love that only look
did dissolve like snow fights.
A love that track as a train
run side by side and even
when far away, never goes anywhere.
A love that is made of two hearts,
lives one beat,
and evening, after a long day, you will find rest
standing nearby on the couch.
keeps growing, despite
even death.
LINDA PONDS
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Third place at the "Christmas yesterday and today"-ACADEMY "A. FATS - SALERNO
AS THE LEAVES
I slipped on the white foam
of the waves.
I fly
plan on the wings of a gull.
I run
with leaves
pushed by the wind of autumn.
I would sing hymns to You
for what you gave me
and the beauty of creation.
LINDA PONDS
A PINA
I wish you at least once,
could feel in your heart
what I I heard,
living together
to my beloved.
A love can overcome all the pains,
to forget the pain and make it lighter.
A love that only look
did dissolve like snow fights.
A love that track as a train
run side by side
and though distant, is never separated.
A love that is made of two hearts,
lives one beat,
and evening, after a long day, you will find rest
standing nearby on the couch.
grows Moreover, despite
even death.
LINDA PONDS
First place at the "Christmas yesterday and today"-ACADEMY "A. FATS - SALERNO
REBORN THE ROSE GARDEN
whispers of the winter frost and frost
patches of acacia trees, already broken in from the cold.
The pungent smell of burnt stump,
prepares its flight between the wings of the wind.
The snow covers wounds of clods,
the old farmhouses and the edges of roads.
Pine curved suffer from the cold,
desioso remember the smell of roses.
But then, suddenly, a light shines,
entangled among the branches and ... all kindled,
quickly brighten the narrow streets of the village
sedated from the winter cold.
A breath of a warm and loving gesture
provengon from heaven, and even from Heaven.
Jesus that the star leads to the''straw''
profuse in the loving arms of grace.
Go serene or pastors to love
humble Bimbo sent by the Father,
songs suffused with a bear story
of joy, happiness and great hope.
And the cold air leaves the outlet,
snowflakes divengon butterflies.
Pine curved wakes from sleep,
of spreading around the smell of resin.
Jesus in the stable, the cradle of his mother,
the star ... the light ... the smell of love,
joy to the heart and a joyful heart,
between snow and the frost is reborn ... a rose garden.
FULVIA MARCONI
I gave birth, and I am so proud
I gave birth, and I'm so proud,
the group which is very strong and compact;
arose tune at first sight:
each other is very sincere friend .
It flows between us fresh thinking,
we are true friends, everyone is satisfied;
together we form a beautiful picture
life and sail on a sailboat.
scriviam us a poem from the heart,
comes to the very fulminant;
favorite theme is, yes, love
a mo 'for the sake of Cavalcanti and Dante.
We sing our stories fervently
and even the beautiful Italy in an instant.
FRANCESCO MULE '
SEE waving a flag
See waving a flag
like a standard of honesty and honor,
means to build a barrier
those who want to throw dishonor.
gather all hands in a row,
save this Italy with the ardor
of those soldiers who with haughty air
have died for their country and for his love .
Son green lawns of our land
and red is the fire that burns and ignites
the blood of those indomitable war
forward all gall drama.
But white is not that color aberrations
and wraps of white wife and mother
FULVIA MARCONI - ANCONA
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