Photo by JB, 2016
Maybe dawn can resolve any sunset,
vain world travel towards the main night
who wins us every day anyway,
like the nothing that dries up each thing
“Never” as well as “always” is not
nested word into mankind assets.
Someone else can define the absolute
and He lives it without a beginning
You elect me, my free jump provoking
as can water do running towards
fields that drink and give us their green life.
So I am if I belong to You
Beyond any idea, craving, wish
about what I believe and I can
You make me something possible, life.
Yes, You’re dawn that resolve sunset, night
Rimini, April, 20th 2018
pic by JB, 2018
Vivid red earth here burns and her blood
raises as violent cry to sky,
as a flame that begs for existence.
Ochres are a magnificent spasm
They shine as does the light in the deep
upset when a day starts, like life does
in the dark depths of woods
when they rise from the winter frost time
We were primitive, we were naïve,
like beasts innocent starved of senses.
With the hands and the earth here’s a dough
made by amazed, just early beauty
As this earth I beg You; my fragile
female flesh yearns for You. You graft me,
for You can, in the space of my way
while I ask never filled true matters
Roussillon, Le Sentier des Ocres,
April, 2nd 2018
(a joke with Melissa)
That morning I entered the chat and saw Melissa, never seen before nor after.
I was alone in my home, waked up a little before.
She said me something using this word: “cozy”, so i learned it. I also liked this new word.
Velvet dark is the night
like soft sheet, cozy bed
in which dreams can go on
Cozy thoughts come to me
while the sunshine begins
touching warm sheets you left
fog and frost win the day.
Come back here cozy Love
I need your skin and lips
SL, Corchalo, December, 12th 2016
Picture from here
When the morning solves softly the night
in the bed stripped by our love
I am watching your shape again full
of each sweetness of nice lazy dreams
A warmth leads me to your so sweet skin.
My lips slowly caress it and I
feel I can’t be alive if alone:
I know I need relations to exist
February, 20 2016
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
Photo found here
Everything is born dead as a recycling
of old and past impulses and rhythms
which swell and fade away, of the waves
that in a bigger one rest and then hide
Each dawn is a beginning that falls
in the night and each night rises from
a solstice to a solstice and goes on
celebrating provisional ages
Above I have a dark eddy of cold
and there a far infinite horizon
where the sea dissolves all the black sky
in the absolute mystery of waves
Inside I have a heart that beats questions
and reflections of the presences
which make me, while they change assonances
of the pure characters that I mix
You see only a woman, but I many
inside me. I’m a wave made by waves,
heteronyms that I create and paint
in a cycle that I see and don’t lie
Everything dies then born otherwise
such as flashes of light in the dawn
made by different colours, by charm,
made by hopes and strains. Made by looks
June, 23rd 2015
Italian version here
As a sword a light’s blade breaks my dark
when I open my eyes
after days full of gray rain and pain.
Now a day is to live. To live now
Smoking water awake slowly runs
in the springs between alders and thoughts.
Far the Alps, ice white, shine like a cry.
I am here now to live. To live here
Pretty sunshine undoes any mist
with its winter breath yellow and smooth.
Green grass lights and the sky turns back blue
I am here to live life. fully live
February, 7th 2014
(for a bad translation into Italian, see here)