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Pietro Brosio Gallery

"The Universal Peace", 1976, oil on canvas 100x70cm.

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4 August 2016

The music of bees

La musica delle api
Fantasia
Presto lieve e fluente,
mille notine
graziose, nitidissime, ovattate,
frizzanti come vispe bollicine,
impalpabili volano sui fiori
multicolori,
agili, a ondate,
brulicanti, dorate,
in crescendo e diminuendo festevoli,
i petali attraversano vibrando,
dolci armoniose corrono da un fiore
all'altro con mulinelli fuggevoli;
poi il suono si attutisce gradualmente,
le notine svaniscono,
la melodia si spegne
in un sereno addio trasparente...

Pietro Brosio

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Where have the flowers gone?

Where have all the flowers gone,
long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone,
long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Gone to young girls, every one!
When will they ever learn,
when will they ever learn?
Where have all the young girls gone,
long time passing?
Where have all the young girls gone,
long time ago?
Where have all the young girls gone?
Gone to young men, every one!
When will they ever learn,
when will they ever learn?
Where have all the young men gone,
long time passing?
Where have all the young men gone,
long time ago?
Where have all the young men gone?
Gone to soldiers, every one!
When will they ever learn,
when will they ever learn?
And where have all the soldiers gone,
long time passing?
Where have all the soldiers gone,
long time ago?
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards, every one!
When will they ever learn,
when will they ever learn?
And where have all the graveyards gone,
long time passing?
Where have all the graveyards gone,
long time ago?
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Gone to flowers, every one!
When will they ever learn,
oh when will they ever learn?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls picked them, every one.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Pete Seeger, 1956

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4 August 2016

The music of bees

Comments: 12