THE QUIET AFTER THE STORM
Giacomo Leopardi
past is the storm I hear birds
to party, and the chicken,
Back up the street, repeating his line
. Here is the peaceful
breaks the west, the mountains;
Sgombrasi campaign,
is clear in the river valley appears.
Every heart is glad, in each side of the noise
Back
resurrected the work used.
The craftsman in the humid sky gazing,
With the deed in hand, singing,
Fassi in at the door;
proof comes out the little woman at heart of the novel water
rain;
E l ' erbaiuol renews
a path in the path
cry daily.
Here's the Sun that comes back, smiles here
For them hills and villas. Open balconies, terraces and loggias
Opens the family
And, by the current street and hear far
tinkle of bells, the stride
passenger wagon that his journey resumes.
It welcomes each core.
sweet Yes, yes
When is welcome, com'or, life? When
man with so much love to 'his studies mean?
O s work back? entrepreneurs or new thing? When
de 'mali his men remember?
Pleasure son of breathlessness;
Joy vain, which is the fruit
The past fear, shock waves and fears death
who detested life;
Waves in the long torment,
Cold, silent, pale, Sudar
nations and palpitations, seeing
Mossi
Folgori our offenses, clouds and wind.
O courteous nature,
Are these your gifts,
These are the delights that thou incline to mortals. And get out of the penalty
'beloved among us. Penis
you scatter with lavish hand, and the grief
Volunteer rises: and pleasure, as much
that to show and sometimes
miracle born of pain, is great gain. Human
dear offspring to the eternal! If you breathe very happy
lice
On any pain: Are you happy
death of all pain heals.
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