Photo by JB, 2014
Here we are again: a year more
fell due silently amid empty memories
that don’t give substance to this my present.
What is left of all travelled time?
Plum trees and buds wake up again, now
while I see new green in fields and woods.
Dry and dusty ground supports my steps
I think Easter is a far mirage
March, 17th 2019
Photo by JB, 2018
I was twenty, oh God! Is it possible?
And I ran light across the Alps mountains
yet today a stone challenges my pride
and my feet and my mind shudder both
In the air Helichrysum and my
memories mix with rue that I sense
without see. I seek you there, below
I call you and I’m back: you are my wish
On the hill, in the scrub that wraps up
this limestone rock I go chasing times
by now lost, far away, looking for
resting boys at sunset, singing happy
Cobblestone white and flat make a path
as wide as the life history of saints
who went through this Désert.
At the end of the world we revive
Château du Verdun, April, 4th 2018
 Above all St. Guilhem (William), grandson of Charles Martel, famous Christian knight and cousin of the emperor Charlemagne. He is the hero of the Chanson de Guillaume.
 The Château du Verdun, or Giant Castle, is located near Saint-Guilhem-le-Désert.
 The very impressive Cirque de l’Infernet, known as located “au bout du monde“.
Easter eggs, as if someone can live
in spite of these black nights
Easter eggs, as if I could be alive
even though so poor, bad
Easter eggs, for You now still spring up
despite all my dark night
Easter eggs, thoughts of happy new life
for me too and for this my poor world
March, 31st 2018
Estote fortes in bello
et pugnate cum antiquo serpente
et accipietis regnum aeternum,
Be valiant in war
and fight the ancient serpent
and you shall enter the everlasting kingdom,
These are my Easter eggs!
Like some wreck of a life that has gone
stumbling over the time in the past
old dead things in the water now swim
overlapping reflection of trees
The leaves are blooming buds
and breath on Hardened wood
made like stone by the sadness of winter.
The canal stretches out between fields
Also I walk around overlapping
memories to this day, mixing tiredness
with the sighs of a spring
for which the country yearns in the cold
In myself there’s the yesterday’s chill
lasting in all the evil I can.
Make me water and canal, reflection
of You: I’ll show the light that is in the day
When You said to reborn as a child
maybe it’s like old men that can wake.
As an excess of life from my branch
cry the sap because You resurrect
April, 9th 2017
Pic from here
If I think I am right
if I see black as white
If my night is a sigh
and I find not my site
If I do not agree
and think that I could be
better me fully free
even if I am a flea
when my life almost gone
lies like a bored swan
with no strength, without brawn
without joy and withdrawn
Anyway Easter comes
when You rise again. Does
anyone blind the shine
of the least single sun?
You don’t need any pass
to save me from myself.
Let I be not impasse
to my way out, besides
Friday, 14 April 2017