already ... time flies ... March?
March cuorcontento
crazy and wakes up one morning full of wind coming tonight
the first swallow of spring with the express
.
"Winds of March"
(R. Calleri)
There is a man who walks around with the bat
and goggles,
accompanies stepping
March cheerful and mischievous
that suddenly (oh, what a brat!)
sends his hat in the air.
doth them farmyard
sees a white laundry;
contemplates the housewife
blessed with the look pious, but in March the wind
makes a shot from brat.
the boys, playing in the square
stan happy Crocchi;
of a sudden, raging, mad;
have dust in the eyes
What was that? It is always the same,
is the wind of March.
Poor woman!
not know where to fix:
poor thing! Her skirt is
a sail on the high seas and, in March, the wind
more than ever is the crazy.
rays of gold and blue sky clouds
doggie,
plum blossom, new herbs,
buccaneer and daisies;
sun, rain and wind:
crazy here in March.
"in March, I love you"
(author uncertain)
March, I love you.
And you know why? Why are you
and fluffy, almost almost resembles me. Even you do
whims:
come with the sun, with the primroses
beautiful and fragrant violets.
Then you rabbui, March, and at a time
you're rushing down from the sky and snow and rain and wind ...
But I love you, because
, including a golden ray
and a black cloud, you bring
Spring.
"March"
(P. Ruocco)
's March, the third month,
that shook the crazy curly
slightly mad and a little friendly
makes faces and whims. All
nerves and quicksilver,
suit every mood and moment
announces its arrival with hail and wind.
Whistles and bites, cries and laughs, and she marrying
the hill and the lawn
while, again, the wind stride ..
But winter is over,
How much light in creation,
after the thunder and the storm!
March disheveled
the page of the sweet Spring.
"What does the rain in March?"
(Angiolo Silvio Novaro)
What does the rain in March, which beat Argentina on
old tiled roof, the dry Bruscoli
the garden, the fig tree and decorated with dark
gemmules Gold?
- Past and the dreary winter,
gone, gone!
outside of the black cloud of
out of the gray cloud in the sky presses
that tomorrow will be released Spring
garnished with jewels and finery,
of shiny sun,
of fresh violets, primroses
of red, beats d ' ale,
of nests,
of cries of swallows, and also stars
of almond, white ... -
What does the rain in March, which beat Argentina on
old tiled roof, the dry Bruscoli
the garden, the fig tree and the brown gemmules
adorned with gold?
It sings, it says;
and the heart that hears is happy.
What does the rain in March, which beat Argentina on
old tiled roof, the dry Bruscoli
orchard ...
This month I like a lot, maybe because
...
I was born!
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