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
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
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
Oh, I’m so sorry: yesterday I cannot post this stuff, so I do it now.
Photo by JB, 2017
I experience the silence of mountain
lonely as balcony over the plain
where each river flows, where each old land
is now fighting against roads and buildings
A big storm is preparing in the west side,
it will be here soon, symbol and fact.
I stare at its black night, at its feature
that completely hides sun and blue sky
July, 11th 2018
Photo by JB, 2018
I was twenty, oh God! Is it possible?
And I ran light across the Alps mountains
yet today a stone challenges my pride
and my feet and my mind shudder both
In the air Helichrysum and my
memories mix with rue that I sense
without see. I seek you there, below
I call you and I’m back: you are my wish
On the hill, in the scrub that wraps up
this limestone rock I go chasing times
by now lost, far away, looking for
resting boys at sunset, singing happy
Cobblestone white and flat make a path
as wide as the life history of saints
who went through this Désert.
At the end of the world we revive
Château du Verdun, April, 4th 2018
 Above all St. Guilhem (William), grandson of Charles Martel, famous Christian knight and cousin of the emperor Charlemagne. He is the hero of the Chanson de Guillaume.
 The Château du Verdun, or Giant Castle, is located near Saint-Guilhem-le-Désert.
 The very impressive Cirque de l’Infernet, known as located “au bout du monde“.
Photo by GB, 2016
This one is my true sea
it’s my plain with its jewels: the lakes
its waves are all the Brianza slow hills
leading me to my highlands, the Alps
Water sea is all equal to itself.
I need signs in the land to walk to
peace and joy: I need poplars and oaks
when my fog hides the sun and the truth
In my earth sea I need
you and your eyes, your glance
to see better myself and the way
where we go, go together, go ahead
November, 27th 2017
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
The village of Clemp, JB 2016
I am tasting my slow steps that just
go on as they know. I ...
breathe the wind
which caresses the old shingle roof
of the village and the fort's stones too
In the silence of all the green grass
I soon vanish while all bad world's griefs
fade. Life is ...
as it is and right now
and it is peace and quiet consent
Clemp, August, 13th 2017
(to my love, to my mountains)
A soft breeze carries me far away
toward mountains where rocks and lights leap
where my steps, my effort and the Beauty
bring me somewhere so near to the sky
We are together, I walk and you walk
on the path within silence. We are close.
I need you, I need also the enormous
feeling of boundless life, soaring love
September, 6th 2016
Oh, Leda, thank you for your bright suggestions!
Photo by J.B., August, 25th 2016
In the setting of rocks and silences
waters made as green emeralds, jewels
of sapphire follow each other pursuing
the chaste song of snows and cotton grasses
All is silent and smells of enormous
drawn up towards impossible Height.
The sound of my vain thoughts now is stopped
and the blue floods me whole violently
I am drunk of this clear light, of this sky
I feel good and dissolve each my trouble
as a stone far away among stones.
Everything is just strain and both beauty
And I’m fine. I feel good. I feel good
Col Rosset, August, 25th 2016