This is a beautiful photo made by Catherine,
a lovely poet and a wondeful photographer: see her here
Now the summer
The sun paints
raging as well as violent
is the life
They are like orange pearls
in the dark of the night,
as your lips,
when they smile
into my night black thoughts
on the web, reading the blog Leaf and Twig,
October, 2nd 2017
photo by J.B., 2016
Now I’m faded as autumn brown leaf
after blushing with her last day's fire
after green, sun, wind, sky, free life style
now I’m faded,
seeing mirrors, enough seeing masks.
After needing to run I need peace,
slow long love days in which to be nice.
That’s my prayer and that’s what I ask
November, 15th 2016
Thank to my friends Leda and Lemonodo for their suggestions!
This is an image by Seedbud
Pastel colours of lost universe
a soft wind draws, melancholy stream
on the peace of the water that runs anyway.
Where I’m going and where is my paint?
Yellow autumn swamps earth and landscapes
and my silly thoughts also and my eyes
Beeches make red the forest while I
am here waiting for green and new leaves
November, 7th 2014
Kiba, Thank you for the beautiful photo!
Una rosa ed è tardi germoglia
nel grigiore di pallide nebbie
sboccia rossa e violenta in autunno
come incongrua, amorosa presenza
Sciocca Dorothy e dove le scarpe?
Nelle fiabe finite sepolte
tra la polvere e il tempo, relitti
di sognanti illusioni e d’istinti
Blocca vita, emozione perversa
che si annida in languori distanti
e di cremisi vesti.
Una rosa germoglia ed è tardi
Un antico rubino, un imbroglio
che collega a passate esistenze
D’altra donna e me stessa il dipinto
come allora e non so
Sunday, 21th october 2012
It’s too late but this rose is now budding
in the greyness of my land’s pale fogs
it buds red and so violent in the autumn
like incongruously, both loving presence
Foolish Dorothy where are your shoes?
They are buried in the fairy tales ending
wrecked between the dust and the time,
dreamy illusions and vain cry of instincts
Stops life for it’s a perverse emotion
that itself nests among distant languors
like of anyone else’s red dresses.
It’s too late but a rose is still budding
An old ruby now change in a cheat
that connects me to past lives, the
and the other girl just like at that time
and I cannot know which of two wins
Qualche palpito di rilevanza
scosta lisi velluti di noia
Sono petali sparsi sull’erba
da una rosa scarlatta in autunno
sunday, 27th otcober 2012