leonardo dreams of his flying machine tormented by visions of flight and falling more wondrous and terrible each than the last master leonardo imagines an engine to carry a man up into the sun and as hes dreaming the heavens call him leonardo leonardo vieni volare luomo colle sua congiegniate e grandi ale facciendo forza contro alla resistente aria ii leonardo dreams of his flying machine as the candles burn low he paces and writes releasing purchased pigeons one by one into the golden tuscan sunrise and as he dreams again the calling the very air itself gives voice leonardo leonardo vieni volare vicina allelemento del fuoco scratching quill on crumpled paper rete canna filo carta images of wing and frame and fabric fastened tightly sulla suprema sottile aria iii master leonardo da vinci dreams of his flying machine as the midnight watchtower tolls over rooftop street and dome the triumph of a human being ascending in the dreaming of a mortal man leonardo steels himself takes one last breath and leaps