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



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