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...sea ...sea ...sea
something is glimpsed in the mists of the gulf,
then the breeze raises the curtains:
and a rock appears from a "foam" of
mother of pearls in and out of the crags:
a web of corals enshrouds
the ruined temple with pilasters
of iridescent lapis lazuli framed
by the flaming glimmer of stones  
 
 
From above a voice announces
"Glory to God in highest Heaven,
and peace on earth for men of good will". Surrounded by the hosannas of the angels,
of the putti and the cherubims,
the wings of the Dove of the Spirit whir and quiver.
 
 
 
Humanity is ecstatic,
but an unconcerned Benino sleeps,
while the shepherds guided by the Angel start their herds along the track,
other animals are asleep in their caves:
     
 
a wandering shepherd with his penny whistle begs:
oh moon in the sky what are you doing, tell me.
The air is full of the feast
in the gleam of the robes and the precious gold finery of the visitors from the East
who came from far away to adore the Infant.
 
 
 

 

The family of the rich farmer,
drawn by the news, left the borough with the people of the county
bringing presents for the poor Child
lying on ancient stones
warmed by the ox, the donkey and the
"beggar" prone at his feet
who has already recognized in Him the ... Father
 


 
Gennaro Borrelli
  
 

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