Dedicated to my sons

L’INCONTRO
(The Meeting)
Poem by Andrea Bocelli



While like a giant-proud and happy
I take my baby in my arms Fragile, innocent, and alive
And like a little bird He’s pushing against my chest
Abandoned quiet and safe For an instant - almost sweetly
My destiny appears to me like a dream

And I see myself, old and surrendered,
Seated there near the coalfire
Waiting for the evening with the anxiety of a child.
Just to see him coming back home
With the gift of his smile, Of his words and kindness
It’s like a promise that can solve the enormous joy
Of one of his caresses

Then I wake up and I have already forgotten
But inside of me the kid’s trapped soul advises me
That this new born child is already more important to me
Than of my own life…………..

……………. And I stood in front of him for awhile
and listened around and took him in my arms

He opened his hand and touched my nose and
brushed against my mouth

I held him and my world turned more
Around us everything blossomed

I stood still for awhile And it was there that time found us again

He opened his hand then touched my nose and then I smiled

I held him and the world turned more
Around us everything blossomed

The world is a tiny point of blue light
That turns and moves with the breath of angels

I held him and the world turned more

That turns are moves with the breath of angels

I held him and stood just so, just so ……….