As a sword a light’s blade breaks my dark
when I open my eyes
after days full of gray rain and pain.
Now a day is to live. To live now
Smoking water awake slowly runs
in the springs between alders and thoughts.
Far the Alps, ice white, shine like a cry.
I am here now to live. To live here
Pretty sunshine undoes any mist
with its winter breath yellow and smooth.
Green grass lights and the sky turns back blue
I am here to live life. fully live
February, 7th 2014
(for a bad translation into Italian, see here)