I found this photo here
Ok: that so dear friend told me something about another meaning of the word “dew” in Japanese language.
I wrote this stuff for that friend …
You were smile of the dew
upon green winter grass
You were light happy rain
in my spring among nights
You were dream in my life
that runs fast toward death.
That’s my sin: to be there
empty mask withouth flesh
February, 1st 2018
On the radio, work by Karma Weymann
She is lost in a sad radio sound
lovely girl, young pale skin without shame
maybe thinking at something as blame
maybe waiting for someone as bound
She is lost in a past radio sound
looking at somewhere, when she had claim
to be happy, alive, when her aim
was to be owned, taken, so wound
She is lost in a love as a bound
stockings are as red passion, as flame
her chest needs to be handled: the frame
of a lost true big love never found
I am lost in a sweet dream, a song
from the past, lovely friend with no shame,
I am thinking to you as a flame.
We could think to be love, to be bound
We were lost in a sad radio sound.
I could not more be lie in a frame
where now each thing is changing to pain.
I want that you be happy and not wrong
SL, Blacklabel Exhibition, January, 27-28th 2018
Photo by J.B., 2018
This stuff can be considered my own version of some verses
red in a beautiful poem by Marina Raccanelli, where she writes in Italian
ora che il vento ci spinge
verso incroci sbagliati
sentieri senza biforcazioni
now when the wind drives us
toward wrong crossroads
paths without junctions
Marina shares her poem just when I am in a wrong crossroad, so her words move me so much …
Thank you Marina and forgive me that stole your words!
Silly wind of emotion led us
to the peace of impossible land
whilst we lost reason and real things
The same wind now drives us toward there,
to wrong crossroads, mad paths, where we don’t
see nor junctions nor truth nor ourselves
There, where our emotion is dead
as a bird hurled against the glass,
where the window is closing our dream
Here now only there’s silence and fog.
January, 29th 2018
I’m not able to work today. I always control my mail and your blog.
My soul is emplty, full of fog.
My eyes are wet.
My heart is somewhere, lost, painful.
I was so selfish and so cruel to you: I was your evil. I knew it.
I did it anyhow.
In my language, it’s a mortal sin.
I built your evil. I hurt you.
Let me dedicate to you this song by Vasco Rossi, sang by Fiorella Mannoia.
That’s my bad translation of the lyric.
Sally walks on the street even without
looking at the ground
Sally is a woman who no longer wants
to make war
Sally has suffered too much
Sally has already seen what
can collapse upon her
Sally was already punished
for each distraction and weakness
for each honest caress
given just to not feel bitterness
Feel that it’s raining outdoor
feel its so nice noise
Sally walks on the road and she’s firm
thinking about nothing
by now she looks at the people
with indifferent manner
those moments when a glance moved upsets
and when life was easier
and strawberries could also be eaten are far away
because life is a shiver that flies away
it’s all a balance around the madness
around the madness
Feel that it’s raining outdoor
feel its so nice noise
Yet, Sally, maybe is just this the sense, the sense
of your wandering
maybe really we must feel ourselves
a little bad at the end
maybe at the end of this sad story
someone will find his courage
to face the sense of guilt
and delete them off from this trip
to really live each instant
and every its upset
as it were the last one
Sally walks on the road with light steps
now it is evening
the streetlights lights up
all the people run to home in front of their televisions
and a seed comes into her mind
maybe her life was not completely lost
maybe something was saved
maybe really not everything was wrong
maybe it was right so
maybe, maybe yes
What do you want I tell you?
feel that so nice noise
pic found here
First rain comes in the new coming year
that has come by now and that now passes
on the lake, on the woods and the mountains
and on me, on my alarmed look
Just now a frozen breeze brings me back
languors of all my time and the snow
covers the alps of far and distant worlds
where each summer and beauty hurt me
Give me strength to go further me while
the cold tightens my mind and her thoughts
to go where You want me, where You wait
me and my heavy spirit of ice
Bring me away from the winter sad time
of my relentless, slow and bad nights
me, that look at my old withered glares
in the clouds that flow and so fast go
January, 3rd 2018
Photo by JB 2017
I need pain in my life
to see well what I am
I need night in my light
to see You further me
In the garden of sun
trees and shrubs enjoy light.
Where their roots look for peace
there’s an ancient cave dark
Under ground, I go there
to see me in the smoke
to feel all that my smoke
and to be as the smoke
Like that cave is my life
many days in my years
when I swear any light
and become only smoke
January, 13th 2018
I’m sorry, but I had to work a lot in the last days, and I was lucky to have the Xmas holiday to close an important project.
So, I could not share here my stuff each saturday, as I try to do from years.
Yet, now, I’m back again and I hope you will se soon my silly thoughts here, again!
I wish you all the best in this new year. I am so grateful to this blog that allows me to meet a lot of so clever and interesting people all around the world!
Judy, January, 15th 2018