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