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)

Slow rain

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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