Treetops that tremble in the sky here Poem by Franco Loi

Treetops that tremble in the sky here,
twittering sparrows that hide themselves
thoughtlessly in the grass, and we continue our make-believe:
the air like a membrane between us and the reality of bran¬ches.
Hands appear to touch each other, mouths to speak with each other,
and then, all of a sudden, you hear no calling any longer.
I have forgotten the moon, the late hour
and that silence of the birds: you hear the wind.