There!

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.

Italian version

A note

I usually hate any explaining note when I write, but this time I need to say something about the words I saw during last days, when I was together with my Love and my sons in a short holiday across south France and based at Montpellier.

My son led us to know some beautiful places rich in their nature and with gothic abbeys and cathedrals.

 

April, 22nd 2019.


April, 23rd 2019.

  • Lagrasse

  • Cathédrale de Narbonne

April, 24th 2019.

  • La Vacquerie-et-Saint-Martin-de-Castries

  • Laroque (Hérault)

April, 25th 2019.

  • Frontignan, Les Salines

 

April, 26th 2019.

  • Montpellier

April, 27th 2019.

 

With my next posts I’ll try to show, as I can do it, all sadness and all beauty we saw.

 

Italian version

Dawn is coming

Photo by JB, 2018

 

Dawn is coming, colouring pale rocks
on the Sfulmini as does on each mountain.
Up there glaciers are shining deep blue
and my mind is kidnapped away
 

I gaze at any peaks standing up
above soft cotton made by white clouds
I curl up in the cold sunrise light,
that’s all. I kneel and stammer prayers

 

Refuge Alimonta,
August, 9th 2018

 

Italian version

Spectres of bones

Photo by JB, 2018

 

There are standing in silence tonight
spectres of bones blackened by shadow
that returns regardless of the scream
of those who long for light and for blue
 

Your stars up there are piercing the nothing
where’s a gash into clouds that connects
mountain’s rock and sky showing a path.
I sit out of the world on the stones

 

Refuge Alimonta,
August, 8th 2018

 

Italian version

Save me, please

Photo by JB, 2018

 

I can hardly climb up on this ice
while I limp to win any balance;
I hear showers and I see the stones
roll about among splashes of white

 

So thick, sneaky fog envelops me
and a thought about you, down below
God, it’s slippery! Accept each my step
in your hands. Save me, please

 

Vedretta dei Sfulmini,
August, 8th 2018

 

Versione italiana

If I can

Photo by JB, 2018

 

Some anemones still bloom within
their companions that dry any fruit
fitting so life and hope to this season
that decrees defeat and silence too

Also larch trees cry yellow leaves now
among leftovers of tired grass
aimed at signs of next winter start.
Maybe I too can bloom, if I can

 

Toward Col Portola, August, 24th 2018

 

Italian version

Blue light

Photo by J.B., 2018

 

Blue light, she is reflected by water:
dragonfly turns around and the pool
is her whole universe so contracted.
She doesn’t know about Dolomites, there

I too go around, trapped days
of the norm that dulls every sense,
where I lose both Your world and Your Beauty
and I waste all my life and its meaning

Malga Valchestria (Brenta Dolomites), August 4th, 2018

Italian version