I’m relaxing

That evening, by me

 

I’m relaxing
After silly bad things, after evil and sins
after days of strong work

In the evening
after shining of sun, after wet heat and dun
pale skies like an artwork

I’m relaxing
For so long and so far I awaited for spring
now she paints all with green

Now it’s evening
A soft breeze slowly strokes honeysuckles
bumblebees seem to chuckle

And my mind smiles, in peace, about files
no more scary

Like a faery
in the evening, when air smells of green clary
I’m relaxing

 

 

May, 29th 2021

 

 

Avatar’s dew

I found this photo here

 

Ok: that so dear friend told me something about another meaning of the word “dew” in Japanese language.
I wrote this stuff for that friend …

 

You were smile of the dew
upon green winter grass
You were light happy rain
in my spring among nights

You were dream in my life
that runs fast toward death.
That’s my sin: to be there
empty mask withouth flesh

 

February, 1st 2018

Falcons twirling

Photo by J.B., 2009

 

My thoughts are alike games of two falcons
twirling and pirouetting delighted
in the fresh morning air when the sunshine
absolves me from my recursive mists

The dew covers the low simple lives:
within the grass there is silver now.
I look at naked, dark, silent trees,
intertwined black hopes of the leaves

 

Italian version

Come back black

 

Come back black our earths under winter
as my heavy heart closed by bad thoughts.
I would want see light back in your eyes
and the smile between your gentle lips

 

Come back black our earths under winter
again turned by the farmer who works her.
I pray God to twist hard this my life
until it can grow in this cold winter

 

Also I come back black under winter
like when they turn up clods of the loam
and the wild green grass so disappears.
Let the green grass grow up deep in me

 

February, 1st 2016

 

Italian version