Conservatory Resonance - Novembre

Through the painting and the wite busts

In the corridor of the fountain

From a century I try to find you, I try

The veil, the veil of the night descends

Heavy upon our school

Where the music found shelter

From the havoc of the plebeians thirst

And I wonder why

Birds are silent now

And our tools of notes worn as your love

A young boy takes a violin

And puts all his dreams in it And turns towards the dusky skyline, smiling

Smiling, as yet he ignores the minstrels fate

To need for a love vast as sky

Impossible to find

Or maybe he’ll find flower

On which you’ll share some joy

The kind of those

Greeting the end