Piange il mio cuore e piove sulla città

           Il pleure dans mon coeur
           Comme il pleut sur la ville;
           Quelle est cette langueur
           Qui pénètre mon coeur?


                          Ô bruit doux de la pluie
                          Par terre et sur les toits!
                          Pour un coeur qui s'ennuie,
                          Ô le chant de la pluie!


                                              Il pleure sans raison
                                              Dans ce coeur qui s'écoeure.
                                              Quoi ! Nulle trahison?...
                                              Ce deuil est sans raison.


                                                           C'est bien la pire peine
                                                           De ne savoir pourquoi
                                                           Sans amour et sans haine

                                                           Mon coeur a tant de peine.

                                                                                      Paul Verlaine


Sonia Zaffoni 2008 - Pioggia notturna (acrilico su tavola)

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                                                                  Sta piangendo il mio cuore
                                                                  Come piove sulla città;
                                                                  Che sarà questo dolore
                                                                  Che tante fitte dà?


                                                                             Dolce rumor di pioggia
                                                                             Sui tetti e sul selciato
                                                                             E' balsamo questo suono
                                                                             Per un cuore malato.


                                                                                        Piove senza ragione
                                                                                        Nell' anima mia triste.
                                                                                        Se non c’è un tradimento
                                                                                        Motivo non esiste.


                                                                                                        Non c'è peggior tormento
                                                                                                        Di non capir perchè
                                                                                                        Senza amore né odio

                                                            Ho questa pena in me.

(libera traduzione mca)

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