The stream gurgles

 

JB 2021, that day, bridge to Milegna

 

The stream gurgles fresh things, song of water
running down draining hornblende crystals
that are dark, black and blacker than places
where I plunge my poor mind every night

I smoke and I enjoy the sun lying
as a lover, down, on the green grass.
While I rest in the shade I remember
a spring gushing from stone: it’s like ice

Today rain’s water kissed my hair
imbuing me everywhere, flowing through
all my neck and my shoulders and back.
Even that rain was a tender lover

So I walked there, my steps were sure,
I went towards soft clouds, higher up.
I found my muscles warm, strong again.
I feel life rise again and it’s great

 

Casa Faé, August, 2nd 2021

Italian version

 

P.S.: I know that “to gurgle” is intransitive: it’s so also in Italian language. Yet I really wish to write what I wrote. Sorry.

Rain’s relief

 

JB 2021, that day, there

 

This was the beginning of my last holidays

 

Beech trees show pitch-black foliage today
and smooth shiny trunks like marble columns.
The rain falls softly everywhere,
relief of each wild beautiful green

A dark gap leads into the woods, where
coolness thickens grey ghosts
that a breeze gently frays.
They are spirits of mine, from far years

I was young and perhaps I was cuter
and more nervous in my stronger muscles
I pursued my pride running so fast
and both silent, and wild and so foolish

Well, I’m here, and my holidays starts,
while my mind is erasing all frills
that make hard each the days of my year.
I am free and dissolve in the air

Also larches turn soft and thin branches
towards the ground and I indulge them,
so I lay my arms beside my hips.
I breathe water and air and feel good

 

Casa Faé, August, 1st 2021

Italian version

Summer again

JB

 

Now is summer again, it is back
with its warmth and the wish to be close
and lay down and so listen to our
breaths and hearts running fast in the chest

Now it’s refreshing night; still a gentle
breeze softly cradles us and near me
the wisteria leaves so full of life
are a complex green lace in the shade

A dark moth looks for me in the darkness
she is following tastes while the pale
light of a yellow lamp catches her vague roaming
and traps her silent velvet

My mind sees you and your lovely thrill
during love, in the white of the bed
which holds us and hides us, where we are
two together yet only one soul

Also that invisible disease
now calms down due to warmth
and frees us from our worry, a bit.
See: so little can make us like dance

June, 19th 2021

Italian version

There’s a rose

That rose, by me

 

 

There’s a rose, a new rose in my garden
she just bloomed, she’s pretty
almost like a small sun, like a drop
of its warm yellow light. She’s a rose

Today I saw a rose in my garden
she’s a rose with a flower, no more
as a lonely explosion of grace
without excess of crowds. She’s a rose

So I planted a rose in my garden.
May gave her light and warmth
and the colour of a shining dawn.
I don’t bring up her, she does live. The rose

 

June, 5th 2021

 

Italian version

I’m relaxing

That evening, by me

 

I’m relaxing
After silly bad things, after evil and sins
after days of strong work

In the evening
after shining of sun, after wet heat and dun
pale skies like an artwork

I’m relaxing
For so long and so far I awaited for spring
now she paints all with green

Now it’s evening
A soft breeze slowly strokes honeysuckles
bumblebees seem to chuckle

And my mind smiles, in peace, about files
no more scary

Like a faery
in the evening, when air smells of green clary
I’m relaxing

 

 

May, 29th 2021

 

 

A white pain

Something soft, as grey mist
spreads across this small world
not like that red death mask
nor as black terror plague
sweetly it kills us now

I need eyes to watch in
I need hands to hold tight
I need friends to be close
I need love to be me

Something like a white pain
rides together with this
new weird virus and makes
mankind dull, forcing us
towards dreams

I need facts truly true
to be alive, to be far
from death innate in dreams
to be out
from that white without shape

Someone says that a man
resurrected by death
and He lives in his Church.

I decide to trust them
I need Christ who saves me
I need Him to change me
I need Him, to be me

Deep into
those clear eyes
I met Him
With those hands
He bears me
He was
is
in those friends

Unbelievable peace

April, 17th 2021

Now

 

This is from my 2020 nativity scene

 

Now He comes. He will come. He is coming.

Oh! He is here.

He is everything I need, everything each of us needs.

He wants  to be everything for everybody.

He is so, really so, really now, yet we are blind.

I ask him that my heart could know what my reason already knows, so that I culd live in peace.

I ask that also for my friends.

Merry Holy Christmas.

 

Italian version

 

 

The green grass of Claemp

I’m so confused… I know that my English is very bad, yet I cannot stop to try it.

Well … I try again… and thanks to my friend Bonchance Longfall for his suggestions

Claemp, that day. Photo by JB, 2020

She drinks happily laughing the sunlight
under blue sky: the green grass of Claemp

Light imbues every clump, stem and leaf
so she shines: it’s the green grass of Claemp

Meadows sing Life and breeze is a caress
as a cuddle on green grass of Claemp

There’s a Beauty surrounded by mountains
she’s alive and she’s green grass of Claemp

Here I smile and again find the power
of the life in the green grass of Claemp

There is silence and peace and that fills
all my heart among green grass of Claemp

Here you are and God too watches us
while we sit on the green grass of Claemp

Claemp, Brenta Dolomites

August, 5th 2020

Italian version

I breathe peace

JB, 2020

 

I breathe peace in this sunset
among ivies, periwinkles and shadows.
I’m my smoke and I melt in the air …
who knows where evening’s breeze will take me

Instinct wind often overwhelmed my
heart and limbs and skin and reason too
toward far, dark and stranger landscapes.
I need order; in the evening
                                            it comes

 

April, 5th 2020

 

 

Italian version

Jess

 

You lay down on a carpet on grass
lovely girl, young pale girl, while I’m dark
and black weird sinful soul
I look at your chest breathe and feel weak

My legs cannot bear more all the pounds
of so many years gone with no gain
I look at the peace of your pure breast
moving up and down, slow… I’ve a sigh

As a water ghost, pure and light, clean
innocent-looking girl, I’m here, near
to you looking at my dirty skin
after my birthday in this strange time

SL, Elven Forest,
March, 15th 2020