JB 2019, that day
Sudden downpour breaks clouds below us,
where Ayas Valley opens itself
widening its green far to the east
where Elina is kissed by wind
There I climbed for my so young years
among rock ruins, boulders and screes
to find myself, beyond any path
footed by crowd, beyond summer rules
I was looking for huge solitudes
on the peak where I placed a cross.
Then I missed you, soon, so nostalgia
made me run back to your tight hugs
Here we are, quite in front of that mountain
in the clear sky above the dark rain.
We are in peace and enjoy this last day
of vacation. Our gaze goes on far
August, 30th 2019
Photo by JB, there, that night
It’s so light air on ice
where we move sudden, heavy,
as dark bodies. White is everywhere.
For two days I’ve no worries with me
Frost now creaks under us: every weight
becomes noise without answer
and this shadow that Moon draws grey down
is surprise on the virgin snow ground
Really priceless is silence or panting
taking my breath away in the cold.
All my world tonight is black and white
and discloses new mountains, new stars
Bernina Pass, February, 16th 2019
Photo by JB, 2014
In your lawn I lie down and I’m peaceful.
You catch me as I were simple life
without asking for anything, only
wearing your welcoming smile
There are silence and peace on your lap,
your skin is like a dress full of light:
only it’s a slight whisper of dream.
I’m calm seeking your glance to give me up
IRC Chat, 29.VII.2018
Oh, I’m so sorry: yesterday I cannot post this stuff, so I do it now.
Photo by JB, 2017
I experience the silence of mountain
lonely as balcony over the plain
where each river flows, where each old land
is now fighting against roads and buildings
A big storm is preparing in the west side,
it will be here soon, symbol and fact.
I stare at its black night, at its feature
that completely hides sun and blue sky
July, 11th 2018
I need silence
I need time
to sink watches
I need time
to stop time
I seek thoughts
to kill thoughts.
only empty bad thoughts
I find evil
the evil I am.
I was selfish and cruel
I need silence and cold
to freeze fantasies
So the emotions
can turn themselves to ice.
I need glasses
to see better me
I need ice glasses to
freeze my heart
Bye for now
bye dear friend
January, 30th 2018
OK. I had a beautiful photo, with Venus and the blue sky and the black spruce. That photo was born near Bergamo, together with these words.
Ok: I am silly and I deleted it.
This photo comes from here
I look at Venus that shines, it’s shining
solitude and ice frost blue mountains.
The dark deep sky is sapphire and cools down
the clear air. All around is still silence
A spruce is a black silhouette; it stays up
upright, lifeless and without each thought.
The night dyes a desert with its shadows
and I breath only this silence. Silence
December, 27th 2016
Image from here
Now I’m free.
Not thanks to an absolute
I am free.
There’s a plot for my gestures,
For the present time
And the next.
Now I watch at the pale sun,
The same sun, at the Poplar,
At that fog and that silence.
Now I’m free.
Photo by J.B., August, 25th 2016
In the setting of rocks and silences
waters made as green emeralds, jewels
of sapphire follow each other pursuing
the chaste song of snows and cotton grasses
All is silent and smells of enormous
drawn up towards impossible Height.
The sound of my vain thoughts now is stopped
and the blue floods me whole violently
I am drunk of this clear light, of this sky
I feel good and dissolve each my trouble
as a stone far away among stones.
Everything is just strain and both beauty
And I’m fine. I feel good. I feel good
Col Rosset, August, 25th 2016