'seen a white colt...
Bianco cavallino...
Last night
In my dream...'
Francesco told
Not told...
he thought...
Not did he think
he did sink
Into the dream...
Of the colt white
Running free...
Running happy...
Running like a wind
Of the sea...
Breathless...
he did sink
And Isabel?
She just sat...
Her cheeks were so pink
And she was also participating...
Into that run...
She relating...
She transcending...
Slow...
To a white little dream of a colt...
Running breathless
With the wind...
Amidst heavenly green...
A dream he had seen...
Of bianco cavallino...
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