Beyond the forest, beyond any thoughts
there’s a river.
There I hear the water’s cry
In the mystery of woods, under the trees
with the fresh shadow mosses, I feel
my wild wordless drive strong. I seem free
Beyond the forest, inside my bad thoughts
there’s a river
where I see the water’s run.
Like me it seems be free but I hear
its screams thrown to the wind
Beyond any forest and inside my free thoughts
I’ve a river and it cries.
As a fresh water stream I may not
reach back my true deep source
August, 1st 2014
Italian version here