pensieri - poesie

                                        Sui rami
                                  indecisi
                                  andava una fanciulla
                                  che era la vita.
                                                          Sui rami
                                                          indecisi.
                                  Con uno specchietto
                                  rifletteva il giorno
                                  che era un fulgore
                                  della sua fronte pura.
                                                         Sui rami
                                                         indecisi.
                                  Sulle tenebre
                                  andava sperduta,
                                  piangendo rugiada,
                                  prigioniera del tempo.
                                                     .    Sui rami
                                                         indecisi

                                                                           Federico Garcia Lorca