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





Stormy weather


pic by sellsworth, from here

Paris, London, Kabul, Teheran …


Stormy weather again on the lake
as the troubles I keep in my mind.
People run to look for some repair;
I still here wait for cool on my face

Stormy weather again in this world.
Someone somewhere is preparing wars
in the middle of eastern warm lands
where the mankind knew how to eat grain

Stormy weather again in lost towns
where no one understands to see sense
in his acts further what he can see
with his eyes or touch with his own hands

Stormy weather again in my soul,
in your one and wherever a man
or a woman can live or can stay.
Without horizon there all falls: rain


June, 6th 2017


Italian version

As in the Beatles song



Yesterday, in the night, the plum tree
was the source of so delicate breath

Spring is raining now on this white prune
life without any sense drips to ground


At my home, today, March, 22nd 2015


Italian version here


Yellow sky



Yellow sky made by clouds and the sunset
low down over the country that glasses
far skylines not concluded nor clear.

As wet grass under rain I am tingling


Wednesday, 13th June 2012

Italian version here


Smoking water

Fontanile d'inverno

As a sword a light’s blade breaks my dark
dreams today,
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)


Grey soft nothing

Nebbia autostrada 14 gennaio 2014 (1) small
Grey soft nothing
suspended everywhere

No thoughts loneliness
and this way goes nowhere

January, 14th 2014

Grigio soffice nulla
sospeso in ogni dove

Solitudine senza pensieri
in una strada per nessun luogo


Slow rain



Slow rain falls over this grey sad sea
none sky over but tired clouds like
thoughts confused, constructions without
living presence, hopes, colours, spring-days

Slow rain makes shiver sand near sea shore
little desert without people now;
absurd lights violate the night where
I return seeking peace after pains

27th April 2013