欧宝娱乐

“In faith I hear a whisper in the trees,
a bitter odor billows toward my face;
but in the open azure there is not a breeze,
the peaks all sleep in a hazy light鈥檚 embrace.

Alike a veil of dreams it falls
in beams and into my vigil breaks;
a sweet languor within me sprawls鈥�
My heart itself鈥攊t wakes!

In faith I hear a whisper in the air as it sweeps:
secrets sparkling from the waters unto the shore;
but the wind does not stir upon the deeps,
the poets鈥� mandolas play no more.

(Trans. Michael Shindler)”
― Gabriele D'Annunzio