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In anni di mia vita maturi                                                                                                                         coniugal vita con handicap                                                                                                            intrapresi, e su miei òmeri        greve fardello in un istante                                                                                                         mia esistenza poi travolge . Arduo lottator mi scopro                                           e di mia vita priorità già                                                                  nverto con len’e rabbia,                                                        poi amor di padre viepiù                                                              manifesta còr mai domo. Rimpianti o nostalgie or                                                                      in debol…

Tristi  rimembranze Avite cicatrici, mai                                                però dissolte, nel                      vago                                                                                                                                                                  talòr mio animo                                                                                                                                                                        pur avvert’ancor                                                                                                                                    tali da penosi                                                                                                                                                              ricordi suscitar. Lacrim’ amar’in                                                                                                            raggelato volto                                                                                                                                                     triste                                                                                                                                                                                              mia vita rendean                                                                                                              già, ma sempre                                                                                                                                                                       fidente in nove                                                                                                                                                                       cure ancor speravo. Eppur d’animose                                                                                                                                         mosse poi in                                                                                                                                                                                                  lunga                                                                                                                                                             vit’attuate sereno                                                                                                                                                                        còr oggi…

Tristi  rimembranze Avite cicatrici, mai però                                                                                                                   dissolte, nel vago talòr                                                                                                              mio animo pur avverto,                                                                                                                                    profonde ancor’e tali da                                                                                                             penosi ricordi suscitar. Lacrim’a volte amare                                                                                                          su raggelato volto già                                                                                                                                        riste mia vita rendean                                                                                                            ma sempre fidente in        nove cure ancor speravo.       Eppur d’animose mosse poi in lunga vit’attuate sereno còr ricolmo si consola e tosto su…

Dovere di padre Di mia vita già tanti                                                                   adombrati  ricordi                                                                                           lieti nel còr pur sento,                                                                               ma in mia mente,                                                                                                       di pensier stanca,                                                                                 sol un’eco flebil poi                                                                                      dolce talor avverto. Dominante pensier                                                                    s’insinua spesso in                                                                                           ogni di mia vita pur                                                                                         piacevol momento                                                                                                 e mi riporta, vigile,                                                                                           a mio dover attento. 

Bilancio di una vita Doma la vita, a volte                                                                     talun’asperità poi                                                                                          addolcisce,                                                                                                                                                                altre ne cicatrizza                                                                                                 e male fanno a volte                                                                            al còr che pur resiste. In parità il bilancio                                                                                      ma d’amarezza tinge                                                                               ogni sognato slancio                                                                   esacerbato animo                                                                                         mio d’altr’anelante