Photo by JB, 2014
In your lawn I lie down and I’m peaceful.
You catch me as I were simple life
without asking for anything, only
wearing your welcoming smile
There are silence and peace on your lap,
your skin is like a dress full of light:
only it’s a slight whisper of dream.
I’m calm seeking your glance to give me up
IRC Chat, 29.VII.2018
Photo by JB, 2018
Dawn is coming, colouring pale rocks
on the Sfulmini as does on each mountain.
Up there glaciers are shining deep blue
and my mind is kidnapped away
I gaze at any peaks standing up
above soft cotton made by white clouds
I curl up in the cold sunrise light,
that’s all. I kneel and stammer prayers
Refuge Alimonta,
August, 9th 2018
Photo by JB, 2018
There are standing in silence tonight
spectres of bones blackened by shadow
that returns regardless of the scream
of those who long for light and for blue
Your stars up there are piercing the nothing
where’s a gash into clouds that connects
mountain’s rock and sky showing a path.
I sit out of the world on the stones
Refuge Alimonta,
August, 8th 2018
Photo by JB, 2018
I can hardly climb up on this ice
while I limp to win any balance;
I hear showers and I see the stones
roll about among splashes of white
So thick, sneaky fog envelops me
and a thought about you, down below
God, it’s slippery! Accept each my step
in your hands. Save me, please
Vedretta dei Sfulmini,
August, 8th 2018
Photo by JB, 2018
Some anemones still bloom within
their companions that dry any fruit
fitting so life and hope to this season
that decrees defeat and silence too
Also larch trees cry yellow leaves now
among leftovers of tired grass
aimed at signs of next winter start.
Maybe I too can bloom, if I can
Toward Col Portola, August, 24th 2018
Judy is entering a sphere
My friend Terry built a new art expo based on ten spheres in which several artists made their works. Each sphere is as little world and it is possible enter them. The opening of this expo will be on next September, 14th 2018.
In my worse silly mode I wrote this stuff about it.
What’s a sphere? an austere
cry to show we are alive,
a small box, often block
trapping smiles in this rock
What’s your sphere? A mystère
you don’t know, when sincere
look at your bloody heart
waiting for a restart
In my sphere I’m asleep
sad and bad and I creep
toward black hole that eats
what I want in my deep
Into a sphere we all live
without sky, love and light
as poor things that deprive
themselves of any fire
SL, Casvian Caye, September, 8th 2018
Photo by J.B., 2018
Blue light, she is reflected by water:
dragonfly turns around and the pool
is her whole universe so contracted.
She doesn’t know about Dolomites, there
I too go around, trapped days
of the norm that dulls every sense,
where I lose both Your world and Your Beauty
and I waste all my life and its meaning
Malga Valchestria (Brenta Dolomites), August 4th, 2018
