Today I can see that your features are strikingly sad,
Your arms on your knees are as thin as dandelion stalks.
But listen, in far-away lands that surround lake Chad
A graceful giraffe softly walks.
A slender and delicate beauty he rightfully owns,
And magical ornaments run through the flanks of his hide,
That only the moon can compare to, when coolly it dawns
And bounces and swings on the surface of lakes open wide.
His colors resemble the sails of a distant frigate,
And smoothly he runs, like a cheerful bird in its flight.
At sunset he stands by a grotto’s marmoreal gate
And marvelous visions replenish the world in his sight.
Mysterious lands have possessed me in legend and song:
There was a black maiden that ravished the heart of a king.
But you have been breathing this nebulous air for too long,
Apart from its moisture you dare not believe in a thing.
And how will I tell you of gardens in emeralds clad,
Of towering palm-tress and smells of unthinkable weeds?
You’ve started to cry now. But listen, in far-away Chad
An exquisite-looking giraffe to his grotto proceeds.
Looking at the Oil (?) painting on Wood Panel painted about 1505 by Raffaellino del Garbo entitled "Resurrection of Christ".
Cropped from left and right, Hand Held, relying on Camera IBIS, A1 and Voigtlander 50mm f2 Apo-Lanthar Asph lens; silent shutter.
ISO 1600, f2.8, 1/125 second.
March 26, 2022
At the Galleria dell'Accademia di Firenze (Gallery of the Academy of Florence), Firenze (Florence), Italy.
