The Pleased Melody Poem by Paola Degli Esposti

Finally, I hear the melody of the little bird outside, the tweet is near my gentle heart. Peace. I listen to the whispers of the nature. The noise of the shoes upon the lying leaves. It is not a disturb, it is a thing that is done by everyone, by anyone, outside the window something happens like it did. And finally I hear the tweet. I hear the perfect melody. Peace. It is not a dream, it is what I have reached by myself. Finally I feel the offlimit, the backlash of my keens.