My Language
I love the languages of all the world
Even the ones of which I know no word.
They serve to speak, to communicate
To create love and determine our fate.
I love my language musical and mild
I learned it when I was a child.
The Italian language is beautiful to me
Is apt to render anything I see.
I hear immigrants in Italian talking
All of the sudden my heart is moving.
Beautiful sounds are to me their words
Also when wrong, look harmonic chords.
Copyright © Mario De Paz | Year Posted 2013
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