JB, 2016
Swallowtail waked up by the sun
flies so beautiful, yellow, today.
Buxus draws arabesque in a landscape
full of old time and ancient bright beauty
We are builders of so perfect forms
yet the mind falls unstable: we miss
the peace that just can give the skyline
when we know both the road and its sense
March, 22nd 2016
Now you go, we don’t care
if I cry
The true interest is
if this is your right road
Will be empty your bed
and the bedroom
and the home: you need space
Will you come back?
You’ll be back again, yet: not the same
you’ll be a man and foreigner: not the same
A few days and perhaps we’ll be again
as a presence, but old and away
Now you go, we don’t care
if you cry
The true interest is
if this is the right road
Now you go: so the world
will be open.
I begin to count up
my old memories
September, 15th 2015
The Italian version is here
The skin of the angels 