FREE BOON -- 2/4/2006

 

Once I gave her a flower of blue

To plant within her breast and let grow,

And well she did; her sorrow did allow

Space for the flower to chase away her rue.

 

And it took root and spread anew

Her buds and her twigs, and a bow

Was raised to protect; and a low

Kindly scent to her life was due.

 

At last, it was a tree and bore fruit,

But very strange indeed, not a sweet

Plum or a cherry, not a wan

 

Fig or a berry.   It wore a suit

Of feathers, for the sun to greet

To take proudly flight as a blue swan.

NA ILUSTRAÇÃO, SILVANA MANGANO,

ANTIGA MUSA DO CINEMA ITALIANO.