Photo by JB, 2018
Modest redstart watches me behind
old wisterias and then comes down here
on loose gravel where frisks looking something
at the ground as I too often do
I feel birds’ joy and freshness that chirps
in the clear and bright light of the day
while I smoke slowly thoughts in the shadow.
Just this moment is beautiful God
June, 15th 2018
Photo by JB 2018
Golden chain yellow cries
as joy that weeps its life
Winter passed: we dance
like tits fallen in love in the woods
June, 7th 2018
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
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