There, some years ago. JB, summer 2016
Finally, here’s a day of none, nothing
after a peaceful night made to sleep.
My head empties, and my body wilts
with each of its so tired old muscles
Yesterday I lost words, cause my flesh
needed everything to go up and up
and then wild and fast jumping downhill
it found again strength and knowledge
Today I’m watching my day go by
like it was really and actual vacation.
I can take a book to read a novel
I still hope and wait that Something happens
Faé House, September, 3rd 2022
Pic about me: Nivolet, 2016
I am going back to my mountains. See you soon!
Lol… not too much soon, indeed.
JB 2021, The Twins (near Alimonta Shelter)
You run nimbly, joy and freshness spreading,
aware of your so young and firm muscles.
On the path sloping down among stones
I see myself in you and tail you
Then my legs give in and I can not
keep your young rate and follow your steps.
You go away and I slow down, laughing.
My time gets shorter, yours rises higher
Coming back from Alimonta Shelter, August, 9th 2021
JB 2021, Val Nambrone
I don’t care if each step is a pain,
maybe due to a sore leg sinew.
Each peak of Brenta Dolomites smiles
while white clouds gentle mantle its rock
Here and there icy, clear water cuts
somewhere, sometimes my path, breaking off
fords and bridges, so -forcing delays.
Wealth of splashes is wonder
Last days rain filled streams, filled floods
and they vent showing powerful joy.
In the crystal clear ponds I can see
mayflies, pearls, and white Geridae
They will rise – it is time – from the water
sub-images and images fully made:
they’ll be light, a new fluid to enjoy,
tiny ascending as dance in the air
Fleeting sub-image, I dance like them.
I too would like to cast off my skin
old and tired and beautiful rise
truly how You made me: it’s my song
Milegna, August, 5th 2021
JB 2021, that day, bridge to Milegna
The stream gurgles fresh things, song of water
running down draining hornblende crystals
that are dark, black and blacker than places
where I plunge my poor mind every night
I smoke and I enjoy the sun lying
as a lover, down, on the green grass.
While I rest in the shade I remember
a spring gushing from stone: it’s like ice
Today rain’s water kissed my hair
imbuing me everywhere, flowing through
all my neck and my shoulders and back.
Even that rain was a tender lover
So I walked there, my steps were sure,
I went towards soft clouds, higher up.
I found my muscles warm, strong again.
I feel life rise again and it’s great
Casa Faé, August, 2nd 2021
P.S.: I know that “to gurgle” is intransitive: it’s so also in Italian language. Yet I really wish to write what I wrote. Sorry.
JB 2021, that day, there
This was the beginning of my last holidays
Beech trees show pitch-black foliage today
and smooth shiny trunks like marble columns.
The rain falls softly everywhere,
relief of each wild beautiful green
A dark gap leads into the woods, where
coolness thickens grey ghosts
that a breeze gently frays.
They are spirits of mine, from far years
I was young and perhaps I was cuter
and more nervous in my stronger muscles
I pursued my pride running so fast
and both silent, and wild and so foolish
Well, I’m here, and my holidays starts,
while my mind is erasing all frills
that make hard each the days of my year.
I am free and dissolve in the air
Also larches turn soft and thin branches
towards the ground and I indulge them,
so I lay my arms beside my hips.
I breathe water and air and feel good
Casa Faé, August, 1st 2021
JB, 2020, There
I leave each thing behind. I relax
my weak arms on the grass, where the moss
is still fresh by last rain
which already swells rivers downstream
Water flows like my years,
dragging memories and things
that are no longer anything, mists
so that mix hope with life
Still new holiday, old mountains too:
they are motionless, wide
and compete with the sky for more space.
I’m a shadow in the forest dark
August, 2nd 2020
I’m so confused… I know that my English is very bad, yet I cannot stop to try it.
Well … I try again… and thanks to my friend Bonchance Longfall for his suggestions
Claemp, that day. Photo by JB, 2020
She drinks happily laughing the sunlight
under blue sky: the green grass of Claemp
Light imbues every clump, stem and leaf
so she shines: it’s the green grass of Claemp
Meadows sing Life and breeze is a caress
as a cuddle on green grass of Claemp
There’s a Beauty surrounded by mountains
she’s alive and she’s green grass of Claemp
Here I smile and again find the power
of the life in the green grass of Claemp
There is silence and peace and that fills
all my heart among green grass of Claemp
Here you are and God too watches us
while we sit on the green grass of Claemp
Claemp, Brenta Dolomites
August, 5th 2020