Gentiana asclepiadea, picture from here


Common bent feebly blurs at the blow
of the breeze rising up from the valley.
Gentian’s perfect blue shows itself deeper
than the lake abyss and swallows up me

I see shades of the sky in the rock
where the cyanite peeps out among quartz.
We are two, we are alone and we are happy
in the peace of a day that is joy


Riale, Val Formazza, August, 5th 2017

Italian version


Poppies 2 – Joy



Poppies fire burns among grey green grasses
like a life taken by beauty and passion.
I’m inflamed now by running ardour
No tree knows such a red alive flesh

May, 21st 2015


Italian version here