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Harps of wind
Music and Lyrics: R. Prencipe
We had lunch in Torre Annunziata with the table arranged on the seashore. Everyone was happy to live in those places, some said it would be impossible to live without the sight of the sea. To me it suffices that that image remain onto my spirit
(Wolfgang Goethe)

Harps of wind disembark here
finger pointing upwards.
Shields in parade, suspended,
'tween the columns of yesterday
and the words of those long gone
in the wind's repertoire…

These waves have come
from far away to fill of new humanity
my lava. Flowers, shadows, distances in rooms,
theorems of new aesthetics
never extinguished, never failing…

History is a broken tree
that persists in growing inwardly
and feels pain no more...
Natures still before their time and peacocks,
welcome "intruders" that live just for us, thanks to us.
History is a broken tree
that persists in growing inwardly and feels pain no more...
and Art is a swirl of love
that rests upon her and upon you, embellishing you, you and History...

Inspired by Poppea’s Villa in Torre Annunziata (Oplontis)

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