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)
Grey soft nothing
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 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
Yellow sky made by clouds and the sunset
low down over the country that glasses
not concluded, remote and far skyline.
As wet grass under rain I am tingling
Wednesday, 13th june 2012