Maybe the linden tree

 

I found that pic here

 

My dear friend Sharrow told me something about this stuff, so I changed something in it.

Thank you, Sharrow!

 

Maybe is this soft sweetness of linden
that spreads itself around in the air
into the already warm night of May

like strong wine which confuses my mind,
 

Maybe is this May sudden sun which
draws my linden out from the sleep where
I lay lazy, old and tired too
as I am a dry clod far from all
 

Maybe it’s this my spring that May slips
into me and so my blood again
boils renewed and alive. A tear melts
all my masks. Look at me: I am yours
 

I feel a deep peace into my womb
barren and running toward the nothing.
Now, please, move stronger me and push me
deeply to the way we are looking for
 

 

May, 28th 2017

 

Italian version

 

Previous version:

Maybe is this lime tree and its sweetness,
like strong wine which confuses my mind,
that spreads itself around in the air
into the already warm night of May
 

Maybe is this May sudden sun which
draws my lime out from the sleep where I
vegetate so old and tired too
as I am a dry clod far from all
 

Maybe it’s this my spring that May slips
into me and so my blood again
boils renewed and alive. A tear melts
all my masks. Look at me: I am yours
 

I feel a deep peace into my womb
barren and running toward the nothing.
Now, please, move stronger me and push me
deeply to the way we are looking for

I’m a gift

Flower myth, 1918 – Paul Klee

A rosebloom I give you as a gift. It has whorls
red, rich, complex, compound
like the unspeakable hope that my flesh
as well as my deep spirit requires

 
This rosebloom I give you as a gift. Feel its taste:
the same of my warm blood, the same colour.
It has the scent of all my desire
that your glance upsets and fiercely stokes

 
Get the bloom: it’s my gift for your love.
Then myself I’ll be gift, restless matter
delicate with petals and thorns
which defends both my shame and frail marrow

 
A rosebloom is my gift: I give you it.
You breathe it, kiss, caress, enjoy it
This my present that is me, my question.
My rose I give you helpless tonight

 

May, 3rd 2017

Italian version

Switch

Poor words inspired just now looking at this photo made by Glitterprincess storie’sGlitter switch

 

Every night, all the night
I would like be a switch
for your love

As a witch
change your thoughts
and catch you in my trap

Like young beech
be your green shadow dark
give you me
as you like it

Yellow stretch of new sun
be then, flash
of desire
juicy fruit

 

SL, Helendale Home, March, 14th 2015

 

Italian translation here

Please do something to me

Cascina Donzellina 8 febbraio 2014

Please do something to me, to me now!
while the sky is distilling gray things
and we are both slack, lying on the bed
as dull scraps helpless, poor …

I wish be always catched by love
born from flesh or the mind.
I’m a body who fell, you grab me!
give me something
so I can give too


Judy, Autobahn to Venice, February, 7th 2014

 

Fa’ qualcosa di me, fallo adesso
mentre il cielo distilla grigiori
e noi molli restiamo nel letto
quasi inutili resti impotenti

Voglio essere presa costante
dell’amore di carne e di mente.
Sono un corpo caduto, approfitta
di me dammi
qualcosa
da offrire

I’m a song

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(Two cars follow each the other across a dark path.
The moon is over and further)

 

By night I’m as a song, as a string
that you move while you shift all my clothes
knowing whole my flesh and also deeper
looking for myself and what I feel

By night you make me a song and I watch you
beyond shadows which wrap our limbs
in the silenced house when all sleeps.

By night you make me a song and I wish you

21st March 2013

Not a cedar

Not a cedar, I feel like a willow
at the river side of my new life

Not an old oak I know I’m a willow
yielded itself to all my love wishes

Not an ash tree I am only a willow
which life hardness and wind can dissect

You are the cedar, my love, I the willow
high and rising I need you to be

Monday, 19 March 2012