JB 2019, that day
Sudden downpour breaks clouds below us,
where Ayas Valley opens itself
widening its green far to the east
where Elina is kissed by wind
There I climbed for my so young years
among rock ruins, boulders and screes
to find myself, beyond any path
footed by crowd, beyond summer rules
I was looking for huge solitudes
on the peak where I placed a cross.
Then I missed you, soon, so nostalgia
made me run back to your tight hugs
Here we are, quite in front of that mountain
in the clear sky above the dark rain.
We are in peace and enjoy this last day
of vacation. Our gaze goes on far
August, 30th 2019
Take care, my friend.
I don’t know if a veil
can be a lie, can be a jail
hiding and trapping well
what I am in my hell
I need what I don’t know
maybe love, maybe more
I’m alone in this world
I’m my rain falling down
I would like sing nice words
free my soul, fly as bird
yet that red purple moth
seems a wound on my mouth
I shake my body hard
with no sense. I move hands
like a child with no dad.
Pain is my name so far
I don’t know, maybe a veil
can be a lie or a jail…
My mask falls down to earth
I show you now my heart
October, 1st 2019
Photo by me: it was an almost rainy day; in the web we can see beautiful pic of this Abbey; the ones with lavender flowers are very spectacular, like this one:
(pic found there)
There! In this quiet valley a blossom
appears, sudden volute of stone
almost shy indeed strong and discreet,
so impressive, clean substance
It’s inside time and world, but outside,
severe dress of austere fullness and
limestone filled with faith and with quiet
silence marked with hardworking joy
Saints and martyrs and so troubled stories
that did no wipe out from this poor land
either flesh or its beautiful work.
Outside lavender waits for warm sun
Will we last? Maybe we will be alone
as short beating of wings, before instinct
of possession and claim takes all us?
God not make us as blasphemy or hitch
Abbaye Notre-Dame de Sénanque
April, 22nd 2019
You can find here more informations about this holiday.
As usual, our Easter eggs. Today we painted them and tomorrow … we’ll eat them.
Anyway, whatever I am, whatever we are, whatever this world is
Jesus Christus resurrected!
Yes He really resurrected!
Photo by JB 2018
Golden chain yellow cries
as joy that weeps its life
Winter passed: we dance
like tits fallen in love in the woods
June, 7th 2018
Pic from here
Discreet dancer, you rely upon many
long and thin glass pale wires
and vibrating reflect any breath,
even whispers of black dying flies
Growing old while days pass,
your soft silk becomes dusty and grey
as opaque cut out of so lost space,
glue of past times, disuses
Ballerina (*). From your corner you look
at my world while it hurriedly passes
towards where it doesn’t know. You don’t think
and your eyes reflect alien black frost
June, 3rd 2018
(*) Longbodied cellar spider is named “Ragno ballerino” (Dancer spider) in Italian
Photo by JB, 2016
Maybe dawn can resolve any sunset,
vain world travel towards the main night
who wins us every day anyway,
like the nothing that dries up each thing
“Never” as well as “always” is not
nested word into mankind assets.
Someone else can define the absolute
and He lives it without a beginning
You elect me, my free jump provoking
as can water do running towards
fields that drink and give us their green life.
So I am if I belong to You
Beyond any idea, craving, wish
about what I believe and I can
You make me something possible, life.
Yes, You’re dawn that resolve sunset, night
Rimini, April, 20th 2018