Avatar’s dew

I found this photo here


Ok: that so dear friend told me something about another meaning of the word “dew” in Japanese language.
I wrote this stuff for that friend …


You were smile of the dew
upon green winter grass
You were light happy rain
in my spring among nights

You were dream in my life
that runs fast toward death.
That’s my sin: to be there
empty mask withouth flesh


February, 1st 2018


First rain

pic found here


First rain comes in the new coming year
that has come by now and that now passes
on the lake, on the woods and the mountains
and on me, on my alarmed look

Just now a frozen breeze brings me back
languors of all my time and the snow
covers the alps of far and distant worlds
where each summer and beauty hurt me

Give me strength to go further me while
the cold tightens my mind and her thoughts
to go where You want me, where You wait
me and my heavy spirit of ice

Bring me away from the winter sad time
of my relentless, slow and bad nights
me, that look at my old withered glares
in the clouds that flow and so fast go

January, 3rd 2018


Italian version




My smoke

Photo by JB 2017


I need pain in my life
to see well what I am
I need night in my light
to see You further me

In the garden of sun
trees and shrubs enjoy light.
Where their roots look for peace
there’s an ancient cave dark

Under ground, I go there
to see me in the smoke
to feel all that my smoke
and to be as the smoke

Like that cave is my life
many days in my years
when I swear any light
and become only smoke


January, 13th 2018


Alien sky

Photo by J.B.


So the sky becomes something not true
to the mind, unreal, rush of fire and
bright blood, trapped into the deep blue,
braided clouds stretched out by the wind

That light is stranger, alien and like
evil does, it charms and changes us,
while we are here, parked in our world,
making false landscapes, colours and sights

All the earth is now yellow, then red
when it darkens, going fast to the sunset
through the embers of this dried rainbow.
It lasts lush for a moment, then night

October, 29th 2017

Italian version



This is a beautiful photo made by Catherine,
a lovely poet and a wondeful photographer: see her here


Now the summer
has gone
The sun paints
light crabapples
raging as well as violent
is the life


They are like orange pearls
in the dark of the night,
as your lips,
when they smile
into my night black thoughts


on the web, reading the blog Leaf and Twig,


October, 2nd 2017

Italian version


Foggy smoke

Pic from here


Foggy smoke: so we are and the breeze
of the nightfall erases and melts us
like the breath of a child on a mirror:
like we’re nothing that nothing breaks up

Foggy smoke and its doubts fast corrodes
purity in all virginal looks.
So each smile turns into twisted sneer
where the love is just claimed domain

Too warm days in this fog. So rare freshness
and clarity too I research inside you,
in your eyes, which I spy while the close
of a so confused life haunts myself

After foggy smoke and at the evening
sweetness I meet again; the fatigue
of the affairs of the day calms itself.
Then I can hope some peace here with you

Foggy smoke, I soon vanish. Everywhere
I see silliness into this world
and in what I do too. Rarely at times
I surprise an immense, splendid Beauty


July, 4th 2017

Italian version


The photography


From those papers your face
and no lost souvenirs of a time
when a sense held up everything
and you were both a shelter and aid

Where are you looking at?
Is your day near or far?
Your eyes are focusing beyond us
staring at the last threshold of your
world that you, that’s for sure, there you saw

Years have passed but the absence does not.
You come back in the nights, in my dreams
and we talk and it’s usual.
Then I wake up, I see me, I miss you


March, 21st 2017

Italian version