photo by JB 2016
The sky maybe builds link with the heavy
Earth
while down far it falls over there, farther
starting to link itself to the water
painting colours without any violence
A seagull screams both silly and foolish
paradigms with no sense or momentum
So desire becomes poor vain ambition:
everything is a fluid and fail supports
April, 30th 2016
Italian version
Beyond the forest, beyond any thoughts
there’s a river.
There I hear the water’s cry
In the mystery of woods, under the trees
with the fresh shadow mosses, I feel
my wild wordless drive strong. I seem free
Beyond the forest, inside my bad thoughts
there’s a river
where I see the water’s run.
Like me it seems be free but I hear
its screams thrown to the wind
Beyond any forest and inside my free thoughts
I’ve a river and it cries.
As a fresh water stream I may not
reach back my true deep source
Ayas Valley,
August, 1st 2014
Italian version here
