They grow up

Toward London together with my sons, 2017

 

After these rainy and strange and cold months
everything is well usual, awake
in the world of green life,
                                        in this time
where already spring is warming up

You are peaceful too. I look at you
while you talk and have rest quietly.
What will do our sons to whom we
gave both life and sense to be in the world?

Now they go unsteady and shaky but
but they try as we too tried then.
Let’s give them all that field we could to have
when our time was so dense: a promise

 

May, 31st 2019

 

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A note

I usually hate any explaining note when I write, but this time I need to say something about the words I saw during last days, when I was together with my Love and my sons in a short holiday across south France and based at Montpellier.

My son led us to know some beautiful places rich in their nature and with gothic abbeys and cathedrals.

 

April, 22nd 2019.


April, 23rd 2019.

  • Lagrasse

  • Cathédrale de Narbonne

April, 24th 2019.

  • La Vacquerie-et-Saint-Martin-de-Castries

  • Laroque (Hérault)

April, 25th 2019.

  • Frontignan, Les Salines

 

April, 26th 2019.

  • Montpellier

April, 27th 2019.

 

With my next posts I’ll try to show, as I can do it, all sadness and all beauty we saw.

 

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I see us, I see you

JB, that night

 

I see us on that sofa, it’s night
we’ve a rest looking at our future
that awaits us and is full of sense.
Next September we’ll get married, so

You are on that sofa: it’s a moment
overlaid both to time and to space:
your background is the same yet it’s different.
Next September you’ll get married, so

Our link was young but sure and certain,
more than only beginning, prelude,
it was real and eternal fact
we so thought and so lived our love

So you are today, you, my son and
her, that’s new but real part of the whole
which we live and not only unclear hope.
God can hold your hand. You go on!

 

Bernina Hospice, February, 16th 2019

 

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Wallflower

Photo by JB, 2018

 

Stock plant uses violence against silence
of the moderate stones that grasp greedy
tonight breaths of last sun on the hill.
Soon we’ll go back to Italy again
 

You’ll stay here, where you work, maybe for
a year that you’ll add to prior ones.
You’ll stay here to prepare your main hope
that is future and family: news
 

It is hard letting you could do it
like the wallflower lives on the stones
near the time marked there, on the tower
of the closed nice church. Never mind.
 

It is difficult standing apart,
son, and let you go, who knows…there
on each unknown road, you so, so new,
while we are old and heavy and closed
 

Our greatest strong prayer you are
you, together with your sister young.
May God help you to be, to be better
than I am, I who now line up rubble

 

Montferrier sur Lez, April, 4th 2018

 

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