BORDIGHERA INVERNALE

II salotto di Bordighera                                                              è prezioso ai miei occhi                                                 immortale e sognatore.                                                             Mi ci trovo                                                                                 bene adeguato                                                             tinteggiato dal sole                                                                 aerato da due finestre ombrose.                                             Mi ci trovo a mio agio                                                              col balcone                                                                          innocente di colombe.                                                      Lucente è la gioia                                                                        e lo scoramento messo a nudo.                                                  E poi                                                                                            il ricordo di papà mio                                                                  che s'accorge                                                                           che quasi ho paura                                                                     di pupille tranquille.                                                               Così il mio salotto                                                                     mi lascia delirare                                                                        e d'inverno                                                                            indossato il cappotto                                                             torno a sognare                                              tranquillo                                                                                     il mare.