Il tappeto rosa bruciato                                                           
Del campo d’erba medica                                                          
Mi entra mentre viaggio                                                           
                                                                                                    
Accende un   emozione                                                              
E stampa nella fantasia                                                             
Gli altarini del corpus domini                                                   

Il tappeto di petali d’ogni colore                                                
Le coperte e gli arazzi  che li   ornavano
                                                                               
E tu che andavi e venivi                                                             
Riempivi il palazzo                                                                    
Che inondato di sole                                                                    
Godeva del vento                                                                             
Ancora fresco della tarda                                                 
Primavera                                                                                      

(Rocco Cavorso)