To my daughter

 

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JB 2021, The Twins (near Alimonta Shelter)

 

You run nimbly, joy and freshness spreading,
aware of your so young and firm muscles.
On the path sloping down among stones
I see myself in you and tail you

Then my legs give in and I can not
keep your young rate and follow your steps.
You go away and I slow down, laughing.
My time gets shorter, yours rises higher

 

Coming back from Alimonta Shelter, August, 9th 2021

Italian version

Subimago

 

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JB 2021, Val Nambrone

 

I don’t care if each step is a pain,
maybe due to a sore leg sinew.
Each peak of Brenta Dolomites smiles
while white clouds gentle mantle its rock

Here and there icy, clear water cuts
somewhere, sometimes my path, breaking off
fords and bridges, so -forcing delays.
Wealth of splashes is wonder

Last days rain filled streams, filled floods
and they vent showing powerful joy.
In the crystal clear ponds I can see
mayflies, pearls, and white Geridae

They will rise – it is time – from the water
sub-images and images fully made:
they’ll be light, a new fluid to enjoy,
tiny ascending as dance in the air

Fleeting sub-image, I dance like them.
I too would like to cast off my skin
old and tired and beautiful rise
truly how You made me: it’s my song

 

Milegna, August, 5th 2021

 

Italian version

 

The stream gurgles

 

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JB 2021, that day, bridge to Milegna

 

The stream gurgles fresh things, song of water
running down draining hornblende crystals
that are dark, black and blacker than places
where I plunge my poor mind every night

I smoke and I enjoy the sun lying
as a lover, down, on the green grass.
While I rest in the shade I remember
a spring gushing from stone: it’s like ice

Today rain’s water kissed my hair
imbuing me everywhere, flowing through
all my neck and my shoulders and back.
Even that rain was a tender lover

So I walked there, my steps were sure,
I went towards soft clouds, higher up.
I found my muscles warm, strong again.
I feel life rise again and it’s great

 

Casa Faé, August, 2nd 2021

Italian version

 

P.S.: I know that “to gurgle” is intransitive: it’s so also in Italian language. Yet I really wish to write what I wrote. Sorry.

Rain’s relief

 

JB 2021, that day, there

 

This was the beginning of my last holidays

 

Beech trees show pitch-black foliage today
and smooth shiny trunks like marble columns.
The rain falls softly everywhere,
relief of each wild beautiful green

A dark gap leads into the woods, where
coolness thickens grey ghosts
that a breeze gently frays.
They are spirits of mine, from far years

I was young and perhaps I was cuter
and more nervous in my stronger muscles
I pursued my pride running so fast
and both silent, and wild and so foolish

Well, I’m here, and my holidays starts,
while my mind is erasing all frills
that make hard each the days of my year.
I am free and dissolve in the air

Also larches turn soft and thin branches
towards the ground and I indulge them,
so I lay my arms beside my hips.
I breathe water and air and feel good

 

Casa Faé, August, 1st 2021

Italian version

So short skirts

 

Of course, no pic here!

 

 

Girls walk across my street, they display
so short skirts and suntanned skin, legs
slender, beautiful, young and quite firm.
Their hair is fresh as smiles in the wind

Others go with light top, short pants and
sneakers. They move light and steadfast: they
go to run along canal towpaths
alone with their thoughts, hopes and their faiths

Each leap is a soft dance of their chests,
guiltless bounce, free and cute as birds jumps.
Their race moves also me, in my deep
and I feel languor and a strange sweetness

Then a desire for love takes me strongly
as a mind trap and I dream caresses
on my thickening and hungry skin
and it thrills and vibrates like a shiver

I will look for your warmth tonight, please:
do not withdraw from me, give me peace,
don’t leave me in my naughty bad dreams
give me peace and comfort my wild flesh

 

August, 23rd 2021

 

Italian version

Each thing shines

 

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Pic from here

I wrote this stuff at first in Italian language, then I wrote this English version. That’s no merely a translation yet something new.
A nice surprise, for me

Each thing shines as life is light itself
grass and trees and the lake and small towns
also white rocks drink light, they that old
age and water vibrate hard chalk skin

Sharp cries by some cicadas from trees
increase feeling of distress and warmth
to be awake in this pale summer day
so that I am as a weak bankrupt doll

There’s a spot of vermillion down there
it’s an Indian shot happy for sun
giving its colour as gift to us.
I sit while my mind goes far from here

A church’s bell rings measuring the time
while it gives it a sense, a way, paths
where to go to be really life, light
for those that want find truth, beauty, God

Then a soft gentle breeze wraps my face
giving me refresh, relief, solace
whilst a large butterfly comes from woods
flying around me, buzz and Indian shot

I see: one is the life, it goes from
winter to summer, always again
yet it runs endless across the time.
I feel sap and blood flow as are friends

 

July, 24th 2021

 

The calla

JB: the new calla

 

In my garden the calla was yellow,
yet now purple it came back this year
and it’s larger, a bloom of tall leaves
with those spathes of violent flowers

Only few things are strictly coherent
with themselves and their substance
so that a lot goes changing so often.
Thus, the essence of facts can be fickle

I would like the world stable and pretty,
fitting to what I carry inside,
to the instances of meaning and peace,
to myself, poor collection of moments

I know that You are and rule everything
even the much I don’t understand.
Let me be where you call and want me
make me useful, not vain silly instinct

June, 27th 2021

Italian version

Summer again

JB

 

Now is summer again, it is back
with its warmth and the wish to be close
and lay down and so listen to our
breaths and hearts running fast in the chest

Now it’s refreshing night; still a gentle
breeze softly cradles us and near me
the wisteria leaves so full of life
are a complex green lace in the shade

A dark moth looks for me in the darkness
she is following tastes while the pale
light of a yellow lamp catches her vague roaming
and traps her silent velvet

My mind sees you and your lovely thrill
during love, in the white of the bed
which holds us and hides us, where we are
two together yet only one soul

Also that invisible disease
now calms down due to warmth
and frees us from our worry, a bit.
See: so little can make us like dance

June, 19th 2021

Italian version

Broken promise

JB 2020: Summer end in my holiday

Like a broken promise time fast goes
often into nonsense, nowhere, night.
Summertime now is like a far dream
a strange tale without concrete, as mist

Summer suddenly falls in past days
painted by dark grey skies and by rain
like a mad or ill artist could paint
without happy hopes about her life

Sadness suddenly comes in my mind
like this virus that enters the life.
Autumn comes so and full of died days.
Where is just gone mankind strong control?

Without a clear cut path we are like
little ants running casually around.
Our buildings and works have no sense:
I need Someone’s else truth to be alive

October, 5th-10th 2020

All that heat

I look at all that heat from cool shade,
from a cave among green and old ivy.
Outside hot spell insists with cicada
in the merciless, summer day light

In your shadow I live, you are a fresh
shelter from anxiety that takes me
when I work or I go on black roads,
when I see people’s empty pale faces

Last solstice skimmed short time ago
and it’s victory of living on darkness.
I almost forget the time end
even if it comes down: I feel peace

We are in the shadow of a so strong Hand
which governs everything in best way
We are shipwrecked spread in this world
yet we are not alone. We are there
                                                      and there is here a Sense

 

June, 28th 2019

 

Italian version

 

…………………………..AND NOW…. HOLIDAY!!!!!