Miramar`s South Wind Poem by Laa Finita

South Wind, oh South Wind!
Heavy is the air; punishing the sun,
the coast burns, living oven,
a black front, threatening, in the sky.

Unexpected,
a clear bell breaks oppressive silence,
and thou symphony starts,
pianissimo in your first measures, *
crescendo, as nearer as you come.*

Magically the air lightens,
bringing flavours from ocean and salt,
your fresh voice caresses,
reminding me I'm alive.

Defeated, dark clouds surrender,
and open clear sky windows,
the Sea dresses in deep blue
and waves sing along, with you.

South Wind, oh South Wind!
I beg thee, blow in my heart,
turn me into a singing seagull,
so as a child, I'll play with stars.

La Finita

*pianissimo (italian) : in music language, softly
*crescendo (italian) : in music language, increasing